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Chapter 467 Hagrid's Brother

As dawn broke the next day, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim set off early once again for the giants' camp.

From afar, they could see Kakus's massive figure standing in the center of the camp, eagerly awaiting their arrival.

Hagrid, holding a dazzling helmet in his hands, walked forward side by side with Mrs. Maxim.

This helmet was meticulously crafted by fairies; it is not only elegant in design and has smooth lines, but it is also incredibly sturdy.

It gleams with a metallic sheen and sparkles in the sunlight; it is not merely a piece of armor, but a priceless work of art.

Upon approaching Kakus, Hagrid presented him with the helmet.

The moment Kakus saw the helmet, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

He opened his ugly mouth, held the helmet in both hands, and shouted excitedly, letting out a hoarse laugh.

Moholt stood to the side and translated Kakus's words: "Kakus is willing to accept your friendship and invites you to sit down and talk."

Kakus kept fiddling with the helmet, looking quite fond of it. The eternally burning ancient flame of the celestial being was tied high to the stone wall behind him, serving as a beacon for the camp.

Although Cacus didn't say much during the conversation, he would show a serious expression whenever Hagrid relayed Dumbledore's words, and his occasional questions also showed that he was very interested in Dumbledore.

The giants had long heard of Dumbledore's name; they knew that this wizard stood on the side of the giants and had even opposed killing the last of the giants in Britain.

Therefore, when Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim mentioned Dumbledore, the giants cast friendly and curious glances at them.

Some of the older giants were also drawn over, and they sat around the campfire, listening to Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim's story.

Judging from their attire, these giants had all been in contact with human society and knew some English.

They listened intently, occasionally exchanging a few words in the giants' language, clearly showing great interest in the conversation.

When Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim left, Cacus personally escorted them to the camp gate.

They made a hopeful promise to bring another gift for Kakus the next day.

Not far from the small cave where Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim lived, Levin also found a secluded cave as his hiding place.

He sat quietly inside the cave, listening intently to the sound of the wind coming from afar.

Suddenly, a slight noise broke the silence, and a gray owl flapped its wings and flew in, a letter tied to its leg.

Levin quickly unwrapped the letter and began to read it.

The letter was sent by Lucius Malfoy, whose distinctive serpentine handwriting stood out on the parchment.

The letter mentioned that the Death Eaters had learned that Hagrid had presented a gift to Karkus during the day, and that Karkus seemed very interested in Dumbledore's words, which made them very anxious. They planned to act ahead of schedule and start a civil war among the giants first thing tomorrow morning to create chaos.

At the end of his letter, Malfoy cautioned Levin that the war against the Titans was cruel and insane, and that he must be careful.

After reading the letter, Levin's expression turned serious.

He stood up, walked out of the cave, and returned to the spruce tree he had chosen earlier.

The towering spruce trees provided him with excellent cover, their dense foliage reaching into the clouds.

Levin lay quietly on the branch, patiently observing the movements in the valley.

From here, the giants' camp was spread out before him. He watched the giants' mountain-like shadows move through the valley.

Not long after, a slight noise caught Levin's attention.

He turned his head and saw the clockwork maid Orianna appear silently behind him.

She bowed and reported in a low voice, "Master, as you instructed, I had the clockwork scout follow Moholt. He saw a total of twelve giants, but only one of the young giants matched your description. He called the young giant 'Glop,' just as you said."

In terms of bloodline, Grop is Hagrid's half-brother, but he is a pure-blooded Titan, the child of his mother and a Titan.

A glint of light flashed in Levin's eyes; it seemed that this Moholt was indeed related to Hagrid's brother.

Levin decided to meet Moholt and Grop in person.

Soon, he and Orianna disappeared, leaving only the sound of the wind gently blowing through the spruce trees echoing in the valley.

Moholt was indeed very old; the marks of time were deeply etched on his dark and wrinkled face.

Although he was still tall, he appeared somewhat thin compared to his other robust and muscular brethren. His massive ribs bulged beneath his skin like ancient mountain ranges.

At this moment, the old giant was busy feeding the young giant beside him with a dead deer.

The young giant was even uglier than Moholt, its head disproportionately large compared to its body. Compared to a normal person's head-to-body ratio, Grop's head resembled a massive sphere, resting directly on its shoulders with almost no neck in between.

Its head was covered with thick, fern-colored curls, and a large, chubby ear protruded from the top of its head, flapping incessantly.

Grop's back was as broad as a small mountain range, and the grayish-brown smock he wore looked like it was roughly sewn from animal leather. The garment was so dirty that its original color was unrecognizable, and it was so tattered that it could barely conceal his muscular physique.

"Moholt."

Just as Grop was wolfing down the dead deer, Levin suddenly emerged from the bushes and called out the old giant's name.

Upon hearing the sound, the old giant abruptly raised his head, his deep-set eyes sparkling with curiosity.

He looked Levin up and down, his thin frame sizing him up, then a look of surprise crossed his face: "Little one, who are you? How do you know Moholt's name?"

Before Levin could answer, the young giant Glopp suddenly roared and charged out.

It held a huge wooden stick in its hand, which appeared to be made from a single, dead linden tree.

The length and thickness of the wooden stick exceeded Levin's expectations; it looked bigger than he and Orianna combined.

If Orianna were hit without warning, she would be fine, but he would probably turn into a pile of mincemeat instantly.

"Glopp, you naughty boy!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Moholt hurriedly reached out to stop the young giant who was rushing towards Levin.

However, time waits for no man, and his movements became much slower compared to the reckless Gropp.

Compared to him, Levin was much faster; he gripped his wand tightly and pointed it swiftly at Gropp.

A streak of purplish-black magical spark shot from the tip of the staff, striking Gromp squarely in the chest. The magic caused no real damage, but Gromp immediately dropped the massive linden club, clutched his head, let out a piercing wail, and turned to flee, as if he had seen something utterly terrifying.

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"Human, what have you done to this child?"

Upon seeing this, Moholt's expression changed drastically. He had originally intended to stop Grop's impulsive actions, but instead pounced on Levin.

"Why can't any of them just have a proper conversation with someone?"

Levin sighed softly, not answering Moholt's question, but instead waving his wand again, pointing it at Moholt's feet. In an instant, several black tentacles suddenly stretched out from the ground.

These tentacles appear unusually large to humans, but are much thinner to giants; however, their strength is sufficient to restrain the giants.

Several tentacles quickly wrapped around Moholt's ankle, causing him to stumble and fall face-first to the ground.

Taking advantage of the moment when Moholt was lying on the ground, more tentacles emerged from the ground from all directions, binding Moholt's wrists, arms, calves, thighs, and waist tightly like flexible ropes.

Soon, the old giant was firmly bound to the ground by these tentacles, unable to move. He could only stare at Levin with angry and helpless eyes.

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Gropp, who was in the distance, was also not spared.

He was running around howling in pain when he accidentally wandered into the tentacles' range and was immediately entangled.

These tentacles seemed to have their own consciousness, flexibly wrapping around various parts of Grop's body, binding him and rendering him unable to move, just like Moholt.

"Ordinary magical attacks are obviously ineffective against giants, creatures with high magic resistance. We need to use spells that can affect their minds or magic that summons physical entities to effectively subdue them."

Looking at the old man and the young boy who were unable to resist, Levin nodded in satisfaction.

He walked calmly to Moholt, whose emotions had gradually stabilized, but fear and unease still lingered in his eyes.

"Who are you anyway?"

"Moholt asked in a trembling voice. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, making his voice sound hoarse."

He had never seen such a powerful wizard who could subdue the two giants so easily.

“I am Levin Green, a friend of Rubeus Hagrid,” Levin replied calmly.

He keenly caught a fleeting look of surprise on Moholt's ugly face.

Then he continued, "I came to you just to ask you a few questions and to make a deal with you."

“Hagrid’s friend? A powerful wizard?” Moholt murmured, then suddenly looked up at Levin with pleading eyes. “Could you let me go? Your tentacles are binding me too tightly; they’re almost breaking my bones.”

Levin gave him a cold glance, weighed his options for a moment, and then slowly said, "I can let you go, but I hope you'll behave yourself. If you dare to try anything funny..."

He paused deliberately, a hint of threat in his tone.

"Next time, I won't just use tentacles, but fire and lightning."

As if afraid Moholt wouldn't believe him, Levin lightly waved his wand, and a fireball the size of a basketball instantly flew out, slamming heavily against the mountain wall. With a loud bang, the fireball exploded, scattering debris everywhere.

Upon seeing this, Moholt trembled, his eyes revealing an even deeper fear.

He nodded quickly to show that he understood Levin's meaning and dared not neglect Fan in the slightest.

Chapter 468 Moholt

After Levin released the tentacles binding Moholt, the old giant stood up shakily.

He instinctively took two steps back, keeping a certain distance from Levin, fearing that the powerful wizard might suddenly attack him.

Gropp, on the other hand, was even more timid. He hid behind Moholt, not daring to look at Levin even once, and could only occasionally peek at him from Moholt's side.

“I’m so sorry, great wizard.” Moholt’s voice was filled with deep apology and awe. “I didn’t mean to attack you. It’s just that… we giants were once slaughtered by wizards’ magic, and that memory has filled us with fear and hatred for magic. So, when I saw you using magic on Gloucester, I instinctively wanted to protect him, and that’s why I acted impulsively.”

Levin nodded slightly, indicating his understanding: "I understand your position and feelings. But you must know that not every wizard is the culprit who harmed you. If you launch an attack rashly, you will only hurt yourselves."

He paused, his gaze sharpening. "753." "I also hope you can control yourself and Grop. If you dare to make any more moves, I won't hesitate to show you the true power of magic."

“Yes, yes, I understand.” Moholt nodded repeatedly, not daring to disobey in the slightest. “We will definitely listen and won’t cause you any more trouble.”

The two tacitly avoided mentioning Gropp, knowing that given Gropp's foolish behavior, his sudden action could be for any reason.

Perhaps it was because it was the first time he had seen a human, or perhaps it was because he thought it was just a game.

“Let’s get back to the point.” Levin landed gracefully on a boulder, looking down at Moholt. “I’m here to ask you some questions about Grop and to make a deal with you.”

He pointed to Gropp, who was trembling beside him:

"This guy, if I'm not mistaken, should be Hagrid's brother, right? Why are you here feeding him?"

Moholt lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly: "I was friends with Hagrid's mother, Friedwafa, for many years. Before she died, she asked me to take care of Grop. But..."