"Lucius, what's wrong?" said the pale young man. At his feet was a giant corpse that was twenty-five feet long.

Lucius lowered his head, "Master, I don't quite understand why I wanted to kill these giants. These giants should have other useful value."

The young man shook his head and made a gesture of silence, "Lucius, you are wrong. For me, the greatest value of these giants is to provide me with enough blood."

The young man pointed to the bottom of the valley below his feet, where dozens of giant corpses were lying everywhere, and dozens of black-robed wizards were nervously collecting the giant's blood with their vessels.

"I know what you mean, but I don't want to seize control of the wizarding world through war." The young man kicked the giant's body at his kick. "Since I can take the throne peacefully through legal means, why do I have to make a bloody storm?"

He showed his teeth of defeat and smiled at Lucius, "The failed race like the giant should have been eliminated long ago."

"The giants were once the enemy of ancient wizards. The giants were not as stupid as they are now. They had powerful power, belonging to the strongest sequence of ancestors, and were the sons of nature. The ancient wizards defeated the giants and used a special means to seize the giant's talent. Therefore, the giants we are dealing with now are so weak. Apart from being stronger and thicker, they are simply useless. Even the wisdom is almost completely lost, it is strange that the wizards can tolerate them for so long."

"But I have to thank them for not slaughtering all of these last giants. I hope that the blood of these giants can purify one or two drops of ancient giant blood." The young man seemed a little happy, "With this, I am not afraid of anyone, even the completely recovered Dark King - another me."

Sweat oozed from Lucius' forehead. He had not yet figured out the temperament of the young demon king in front of the demon leader. It was not a good thing to know too many secrets. Although it was still very happy to talk, it was not impossible for the young demon king to take his life with a spell. Before taking action to eradicate the giant tribe, the young demon king spent half a month to reduce the hostility of the giants, and then launched a raid at night to kill all the giants.

"Don't be so nervous. Lucius, I won't kill you." The young man seemed to see through Lucius's thoughts at first glance, "I still expect you to repair Dumbledore's old dog, but he was so shameless that he reached a ceasefire agreement with the other one. This is really unexpected. Do you think so, Lucius?"

Lucius wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Yes. Master."

"So I had to come out to hide for a while. I didn't believe that if I didn't show up, they could still be at peace with each other..."

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Gryffindor's Quidditch team ushered in their first crushing defeat - they lost to Slytherin by a big score. New goalkeeper Ron was beaten by Slytherin's chasers. Although Harry Potter finally caught the thief, they still lost to Slytherin, which made Harry very upset. After he returned to the dormitory, he said nothing and fell asleep in anger.

Harry felt his body soft, powerful and flexible, and he slipped over the dark, cold stones between the shiny metal fence. His body was close to the ground and glided with his belly. The light was very dark here. But he could see the light of the surrounding objects, some strange, bright colors. He turned his head and saw that the corridor was empty. No, there was a man sitting on the ground, his head drooping in front of his chest, his outline flashing in the dark.

Harry stuck out his tongue and he tasted the man's smell—he was alive, but dozing off. Sitting in front of the door at the end of the corridor, Harry longed to bite the man, but he had to resist the impulse, and he had something more important to do. But the man woke up, and he jumped up, a silver cloak slipped down from his legs, and Harry saw his bright, blurred outline standing in front of him, and a wand pulled out of the belt. He had no choice—he stood up and attacked, two, three, inserted his fangs deep into the man's skin, feeling his ribs shattered between his teeth, and the hot blood flowed out.

The man screamed in pain and then silenced. He collapsed on the foot of the wall, blood splattering on the ground. His forehead hurt so much that it seemed to explode.

"Harry! Harry!"

He opened his eyes, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and the bed sheet was wrapped around his body, like a tight-fitting suit. He felt like a pair of hot tongs were inserted into his forehead.

"Harry!"

Ron stood in front of the bed, as if he was frightened, and there were still a few figures at the foot of the bed. He hugged his head tightly, and his eyes were so dark that it hurt. He rolled to the edge of the bed and vomited.

"I'm sorry, Harry, it's all my fault. The team lost the game, but you don't have to be so angry."

"Stop talking stupidly, Ron, Harry is really sick," said a horrified voice, "Do you want to call someone?"

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry told Ron that this was crucial. Harry sucked in big breaths, held himself up from the bed, and ordered himself not to vomit, and his vision was blurred in pain.

"Your dad," he said breathlessly, his chest undulating, "What happened to your dad."

"What?" Ron didn't understand.

"Your dad! He was bitten, very serious, blood everywhere?"

"I'll call people." The horrified voice said, and Harry ran out of the dormitory when he heard footsteps.

"Harry, buddy," Ron was skeptical, "You're just dreaming, I know losing will hit you very hard."

"No!" Harry said violently, he must let Ron understand, "It's not a dream! This is not an ordinary dream! I was there, I saw it, I did it."

Harry Xin came to Simo and Dean muttering, but he couldn't care about so much. The severe pain on his forehead was slightly relieved, but he was still sweating and trembling like a high fever. He vomited again, and Ron jumped back. "Harry, you're sick," he said uneasy, "Nevil is going to find someone."

"Here, Professor." Professor McGonagall hurried into the dormitory wearing a tartan dressing gown, his glasses squinted on his thin nose.

"What's wrong, Potter? Where does it hurt?"

"It's Ron's dad," Harry said, and sat up again, "He was bitten by a snake, very serious, I saw it."

"What, you see?" Professor McGonagall's black eyebrows frowned.

"I don't know! I was sleeping and then I got there!"

"You mean you dreamed?"

"No!" Harry said irritably. No one can understand? "This is true, not my fantasy. Mr. Weasley was sleeping on the ground and was bitten by a big snake. He fell down and had to find where he was."

Professor McGonagall looked at him through his crooked glasses, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"I didn't lie, I didn't go crazy!" Harry shouted, "Tell you, I saw it with my own eyes!"
Chapter completed!