Chapter 544: Smart Giant Gale

"Let me tell you..."

As if he had made up his mind, Gale supported himself with his hands and dragged his broken leg forward a few steps. His expression was very strange. He tried to look relaxed, but perhaps because he had spent too much energy grinning just now, the muscles and skin on his face were too heavy, so he couldn't do it.

Gale forced a smile, and his low voice echoed in the cave: "This story starts from the year I crawled out of my mother's belly..."

"For a giantess, the most important thing in life is to give birth to a tall and strong-boned child, which means that he can grow up to be an excellent warrior in the future, capable of hunting, digging caves, and resisting foreign enemies. If it is a thin and short giant, it is a waste of food and breast milk. They are weak and incompetent, unable to defeat the beasts in the mountains, unable to obtain enough food to survive, and can only rely on the charity of others...

So the first thing a pregnant giantess does after giving birth is to check his body. If he is not strong enough, it is best to throw him to death immediately. A newborn baby is more delicious than a three-month-old lamb..."

He muttered to himself, and his tongue unconsciously licked the remaining bone spirit in his teeth. The bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue, and the aftertaste was long.

On the other side of the cave, Loren and Hermione felt a chill in their hearts. They looked up at the giant with a broken leg sitting cross-legged on the ground. They noticed that Gale was about the same size as his sister Mir. Compared with other male giants in the tribe, Gale was particularly short and thin.

"You may wonder why I didn't fall to death with my size?" Gale lowered his head and looked at his arm. He caught a glimpse of the broken leg on the ground that was dragging weakly.

The slender arm had no extra muscles, and the sickly pale skin was loose and inelastic. The blue blood vessels lurked under the skin, which was completely different from the bulging blood vessels of other giants. Sometimes he even felt that if he fought with Mir, he would be the one who was suppressed and beaten.

Fortunately, he has been well taken care of over the years.

"In fact, it's not just me who is thin and weak, but also Mil who is a woman. Our father once wanted to kill us, but we got lucky because we have a good mother...

Before the giant tribe was driven to the mountains, most of the giants were slaves of the Dark Lord. The lives of slaves belonged to their masters, and even the parents of slaves could not deal with them without authorization. I survived by relying on the protection of the Dark Lord. At that time, our food was provided by the Dark Lord, and I could also get enough bran to survive..."

Although most of the food was always taken away by his lazy, greedy and stupid father, the remaining food could only barely sustain survival.

Regarding his childhood, the most profound impression he had was hunger, which tortured him all the time. The second was pain. Not having enough food meant not having enough physical strength. In the giant tribe, it also meant that it was easier to attract bullying from others.

Gale put down his right hand and pressed his palm on the broken leg. He exerted a little force. The continuous dull pain from the broken bone went into his head along the nerves, making some long-lost memories clearer:

"A stable and happy life is not long-lasting. Giant slaves are not suitable for housework or taking care of wizards. They play a role in other places. In addition to carrying some heavy objects, they can also serve as cannon fodder. Whenever there is a conflict or a battle, my parents need to rush to the front of the battlefield with other giants, using their thick skin to resist the flying flames, shapeless blades, or the green light that kills at the touch.

And those of us who are not yet adults, or not big enough to be qualified meat shields, stand on the high ground far behind and watch..."

"Cruel Death Eaters..." Hermione said softly, and couldn't help being moved.

Loren observed the giant Gale without blinking. He thought that the reason why the three giant brothers and sisters were different might be family reasons, or that their parents were wise and well-educated, but now it seems that this one was more influenced by the thin giant Gale.

He really doesn't look like a giant. His language is fluent, his logic is clear, and his statements are clear.

He is very smart.

"In short, in observing their suicide charge again and again, I gradually discovered one thing, that is - as long as you run slower, you can survive in the war. Later I told my parents about this discovery..." Gale spoke in a low voice, and others had to concentrate and listen carefully to hear what he said clearly, "They couldn't wait to try my discovery, and then... the father who hated me died."

"Dead?"

Gale nodded gently: "Later I learned that the scale on the battlefield needs to be carefully controlled. There are people in front who are constantly falling down due to spells. You can't let yourself run too fast and expose yourself to the attack of the spell. There are Death Eaters supervising the battle behind you. You can't let yourself fall behind, otherwise you will be executed as a cowardly traitor, so you must always run slower than other giants, and always run faster than another part of the giants... My father was greedy and stupid. He stopped directly on the battlefield and was directly executed by the Death Eater covered in a hood..."

There was only one female giant left and her three underage brothers and sisters depended on each other. However, because of that special turbulent era, their family of four lived quite easily. There were plenty of food supplied by Death Eaters, and the three brothers and sisters did not have to go to the battlefield. Mother was able to rely on Gale's wisdom to save her life, and they lived smoothly until the Dark Lord fell and the giant tribe was driven away...

When Gale said this, his voice suddenly became a little difficult: "Because of my thin body, I don't like the things that the giant children like to play. I prefer to listen to the conversation of the wizards who are looking after us. Little by little, I learned your language... "

"He also taught me..." Mir took over and continued, "My mother survived the cruel war, but did not survive the strain of long-distance migration. After settling in the cold and barren mountainous area, she suddenly contracted the disease and soon... After that, we three brothers and sisters barely survived by relying on the strong body of the eldest brother and the wisdom of the second brother. Until a week ago, outsiders broke the peaceful life here, and we almost saw the god of death lingering at the entrance of the cave..."

"oh?"

Loren looked up at her eyes calmly and asked slowly, "Then do you hate us? We are Dumbledore's students. It was he who defeated the mysterious man and destroyed your beautiful life more than ten years ago. It caused you to move long distances, and more than ten years later, it was he who sent Hagrid here, causing you to be injured and on the verge of death..."

"What are you talking about?" Hermione whispered, tugging on his sleeve.

"The life of being slaves under the Dark Lord is not a good life. We will be dragged into the battlefield at any time to be used as human shields to die. It was not Dumbledore who caused us to move long distances. It was he who protested to the Ministry of Magic and gave us life. Opportunity, let alone Hagrid’s involvement in us…”

Mir stared at Loren, whose eyes were more than ten times bigger than his, showing sincere gratitude at this moment, "In the end, it was you who saved us from despair."

"You are very smart, even smarter than many wizards."

Loren glanced at her slightly red, swollen and unnaturally moving shoulders, and released a milky white healing spell from the tip of the staff: "It will be easier to work with smart people, so I plan to make a deal with you."

"trade?"

"..."

…

12 Grimmauld Place, Blake's old house.

The cleaning operation to renovate the dilapidated house is still going on. Fortunately, most of the rooms have been cleared out, leaving only some old belongings of the Black family to clear out.

Sirius led a few young wizards who were left behind, and turned over the old things piled up without interest. Valuable antiques were placed alone beside them. The alchemy items that could still be used were counted and labeled, and the remaining Some items that symbolized the glory of the Black family were not easy to resell, so Sirius decided to dispose of them as scrap.

"This is a legacy work left by a painter with a long name in the Middle Ages. It is said to be worth some money. Let it be left to Mundungus and used as operational funds for the Order of the Phoenix..." Sirius casually threw the oil painting into the box next to it.

"!"

George and Fred subconsciously glanced at the oil painting, their eyes sparkling, and they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts whether their opening of the store could be considered an action of the Order of the Phoenix, and whether this painting could be used as their start-up capital...

"Huh? This is a two-way mirror, Harry, come here!"

Harry, whose cheeks were dyed like tabby cats from dust, walked over from the side, looked at the small mirror with a simple shape, and asked doubtfully: "What's the use of a double-sided mirror?"

"This mirror is for you. The other end of it is connected to the mirror in this house. It's like a Muggle phone. No matter where it is, as long as you wipe the mirror and call my name to it, I can Talk to you."

"So amazing!?"

Ron, who was next to him, immediately came over and asked him to demonstrate again. The chatter continued for a while, until Molly's roar came from the underground kitchen, and they started working again.

Sirius looked at the pile of debris in front of him and noticed a tapestry at the bottom. His expression was stunned and he fell into silence.

"This is……"

Harry and Ron worked together to pull the tapestry out from underneath. Looking at the old yet luxurious tapestry, they didn't know which box to put it in.

The tapestry looked very old, the color was dull, and it seemed that foxes had chewed it up in several places. However, the gold thread embroidered on it still shone brightly, and they could clearly see a branching family tree that could be traced back to the Middle Ages.

Two lines of large characters are embroidered on the top of the tapestry:

[The oldest and noble Black family]

[Forever pure]

Ron looked at the bottom line of the family tree and noticed a strange loophole: "Sirius is not on it!"

Harry vaguely heard his godfather mention this story, but he didn't know the specific situation. He hesitated and looked at Sirius.

"It was up there." Sirius had an indifferent expression, as if he didn't care about the matter. He pointed at a small blackened hole on the tapestry, like a cigarette burn mark, "After I escaped from home , my dear old mother destroyed me, Kreacher loved to whisper the story."

"Run away from home?" George and Fred understood immediately.

“I was about sixteen, and I had had enough of this house, had enough of the people in this house.”

"Where have you been?"

"In James's family, Harry's grandparents are very considerate. They almost treat me like a second son. Just like Harry always wants to stay at the Burrow during the summer vacation, and no one requires me to stay here every year. Last month, my uncle Alphad was even very supportive of me... During the school holidays, I temporarily lived in the Potter family until I was seventeen, when my uncle Alphad passed away and left me an objective amount of gold. , after graduation, I just live on my own and take care of myself... Fortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Porter always welcome me to have dinner at their house every Saturday.”

Sirius had a smile on his lips and smoothed his messy long hair with his hands, but those present could feel that he was not happy: "Believe me, I have persisted for 17 years, which is already amazing."

He stretched out his finger and crossed the names at the bottom of the family tree: "My parents are crazy about pure blood. They believe that people from the Black family are born noble... My idiot brother, Lei Gu Les, too weak-tempered, actually believed what they said..."

At the door where no one noticed, an old house elf appeared out of nowhere and stood there, listening to his story with tears streaming down his face.

"He is younger than me, and I am constantly reminded that his son is much better than me. In fact, this is indeed the case. He joined the Slug Club soon after he entered school, and his scores in every subject were better than mine. Even I I know that he will definitely be successful in the future and will definitely make the name Black shine brightly."

Sirius paused and smiled bitterly. Back then, he could escape from the Black family with peace of mind because he knew that Regulus would fulfill the expectations of the Black family: "But he is a stupid idiot. He joined the Death Eaters." The procession ended in a mysterious death.”

"what does that mean?"

"He died before Voldemort's fall. The cause of death is unknown. He did not die in a battle with Aurors. He was not important enough for Voldemort to take action himself, so I suspect that a Death Eater killed him. He probably had to pay attention to those who persecuted People are afraid of things and want to quit..." Sirius sneered, "For the Dark Lord, it's either life or death. This stupid idiot doesn't understand this truth-"

"Don't slander him!"

An old and sad cry shouted, Kreacher rushed over and snatched the tapestry from their hands, his ugly cheeks covered with snot and tears: "Master Regulus is not an idiot! He defeated the Dark Lord! "