Chapter 737： Soul of Vengeance

When he heard that he couldn't be the teacher of the magical creature protection class, Hagrid felt as though he was sapped in his heart and couldn't breathe.

Hagrid didn't catch his breath until he heard that dangerous creatures could be cultivated.

He felt like he had experienced a roller coaster. He was timid and asked expectantly, "Can I keep a fire dragon?"

George said calmly, "If you are sure, you have this ability. I think this is one of the options that can be considered. Of course, the premise is that you can take adequate precautions."

George said slowly, "This will be very troublesome. If you want to raise fire dragons. You need to pass a series of audits. First of all, you have to manage dangerous species in the Ministry of Magic, and have a thorough understanding of all conditions and habits of fire dragons. To understanding."

"After this, you may need to do an internship in a job related to the fire dragon. After that, you may be able to raise the fire dragon."

"I will do it all."

Hagrid didn't seem to understand the difficulty of these things at all.

He said excitedly, "I will definitely become a qualified fire dragon breeder, and I may be able to pick up Norbert by then."

When he thought of being able to raise the fire dragon, when he thought of being able to pick up Norbert, he had forgotten any unhappiness and any problems.

"Good luck, then." George said calmly, "but these are not things that can be done in a short time. You must ensure that the dangerous species you cultivate have been reviewed accordingly."

"Of course, of course."

Hagrid happily patted his chest and promised.

George shrugged, disapproving of Hagrid's assurance.

He turned his gaze back to the three of Harry, "Well, the matter is over, and you have finished seeing Hagrid."

Seeing George's urging, the Harry trio were busy saying goodbye to Hagrid.

After the three of Harry bid farewell to Hagrid, George took them back to the castle.

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The next morning.

The sky is clear and there is no cloud in the sky.

After breakfast, George left the school and went to the vicinity of the Sudeten Mountains in Poland.

When George found the valley where Hagrid saw the giant, the giant was no longer there.

Hagrid really wasted too much time. The valley was empty and silent at this time.

In the valley, four high mountains form a depression, and in the middle of the depression, there is a mountain lake.

The clear lake against the blue of the sky, like a sapphire mirror.

Looking at the scenery here, George can imagine that if it hadn't been ruined by the giants, it would be a scenic spot.

Nowadays, around the lake, there are all kinds of foreign debris that do not match the beautiful blue lake.

Broken skeletons of cattle and sheep, huge footprints, various potholes and gravel, crushed shrubs.

"The bones are here!"

George waved his wand and uttered the spell, under his spell. Some broken human bones flew out from the lake, from the cave, from the gravel.

The gathered white bones, like iron nails attracted by magnets, piled up in a tall pile of human bones in front of him.

Although George couldn't see how many people belonged to this pile of human bones. But with these evidences, at least he can convince himself to make some cruel decisions.

From the fires washed by rain and covered in mud, it can be seen that the giant has been away for a long time.

If it was a normal investigation, the clues at this time would have been completely cut off.

But fortunately, George is a wizard and a powerful wizard.

His tracking methods are not limited to normal tracking.

"Find your enemies, vent your resentments, tear their hearts, and drink their blood."

George waved his magic wand, like a note of hell. The terrifying spells carried the breath of undead, causing the surrounding weeds to freeze and wither.

The holy ghost fire suddenly sprang up on the high pile of bones.

The five-meter-high ghost fire is like a monster with its teeth and claws, with a cold and pale white.

Under the temperatureless ghost fire, the pile of high human bones melted and reorganized under the flame.

The white bones are all turned into revenge crows.

Hundreds of crows, like birds stray, flying out in all directions like arrows.

"Scrape, scrape, scrape!"

The revenge envoys who had returned from **** seemed to be screaming that they would cut their enemies a thousand swords. They flashed scarlet eyes and spread their black wings.

They are searching for any trace of the enemy in the sky and the earth.

"Find your enemies, vent your resentments, tear their hearts, and drink their blood."

Under the wave of George's wand, the vengeful crows scattered into the boundless sky.

It didn't take long. Those revenge crows had gathered into a black river and flew toward the west.

George spread out a pair of streamer and fire wings, chasing the black river in the sky, and flew toward the west.

It took about half an hour to fly.

In a valley on the border between Poland and the Netherlands.

A black river fell from the sky, and like a punishment from heaven, the pitch-black lightning plunged into the valley with a heart of punishment and revenge.

George followed closely, as he folded his wings and fell into the valley.

Seeing those revenge crows, with sword-like beaks , they desperately pecked at the giants.

There were only more than forty giants in the valley, half less than the first time Hagrid saw them.

It seems that even in these days, the giants have not forgotten to fight each other.

At this time, the giants were in a hurry, responding to a sudden attack from the sky.

They waved their hands, two big hands like a fan, waving vigorously in front of them.

It's like repelling mosquitoes, like chasing flies, their movements are always late.

"Scrape! Scrape! Scrape!"

The crows swiftly avoided the giant's attack, launching attack after attack. They are constantly attacking on the giant's face.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The giants roared with unknown meaning. They pulled up small trees from the ground, and smashed them at the crows with their leafy sticks.

The crows are like sharp arrows shot, like lightning that shuttles in the wind and waves, they launch a desperate attack from every gap where the giant attacks.

They climbed onto the giant's face and onto the giant's head. They grabbed the giant's hair, they bit the giant's face, they pecked and blinded the giant's eyes.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The giants who lost their eyesight turned into crazy beasts. They waved the trunks wildly, grabbing everything that could vent and bite.

Their huge slaps, waving wildly on their bodies, crushed one crow after another into white powder.

The number of crows is getting less and less, they are desperately attacking their enemies.

They are like moths fighting a fire, launching suicide attacks, they are endless, they go on and on.

Slowly, the crows turned into white powder under the attack of the giant.

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