Harry Potter: I Am Big D

Chapter -85.

The giant didn't come from the British Isles but hails from a place called the Scandinavian Peninsula, where it's often referred to as a troll.

It didn't have a specific diet; any living creature could be on the menu.

This included humans, making it a very frightening creature for ordinary people in the Middle Ages.

Giants were incredibly strong and had rough skin that provided them with impressive physical resistance, allowing them to easily overpower a light cavalry squad.

Luckily, these creatures had very low intelligence; they had brute strength but lacked the skill to use it properly.

In some situations, a levitation spell could do the trick.

However, that wasn't guaranteed; if the spell failed to bring the giant down, the best course of action was to run.

A wizard facing a giant at close range would likely not survive.

"It's over," the prefect exclaimed while pinching his nose at the scene.

The giant, ensnared by the vines of the transformation spell, looked almost like a puppet.

In most wizard battles, aside from sheer power, the key factor was skill.

Just like this prefect, who, even on his first encounter with a giant and unaware of its weaknesses, managed to bind it with a few spells.

"Quickly, someone go tell the professors that this giant has been captured by us Slytherins," he instructed, clapping his hands and rallying the younger wizards.

It seemed they had navigated out of danger, but Dudley frowned slightly; his keen sense of smell detected that the unpleasant odor was intensifying and the ground was quaking.

Just as the prefect turned around, a head slowly peeked around the corner near him.

With pumpkin-sized eyes, it watched the prefect intently.

Another giant!

This one was even taller than the last!

It nearly brushed the ceiling of Hogwarts.

"What's happening?"

Noticing the little wizards pointing in fear behind him, the prefect instinctively turned around and was met with a massive head hovering just above him, along with a pair of large yellow eyes fixated on him.

He barely managed to cast a defensive spell before the giant swatted him away like a baseball.

This giant was clearly smarter than the previous one; it at least recognized who posed the most significant threat.

Not all giants are foolish; some have their own language. A high-ranking official from the Ministry of Magic is familiar with this language, and with some training, these clever giants can become effective giant security personnel.

The new giant released a series of unintelligible roars, and Dudley, who could communicate with magical creatures, vaguely understood the roar's message.

Hungry, wants to eat.

And what might be on the menu?

There was plenty of food right at its feet, wasn't there?

The Slytherin little wizards were paralyzed with fear and could barely stand, let alone flee.

The new giant opened its mouth to reveal yellowed, rotten teeth, scanning the young wizards with a greedy gaze.

Dudley noticed that the closest target to the giant was Pansy, whose delicate face, resembling a lion dog, was a picture of despair and fear.

"For the sake of cookies and tea,"

Dudley quickly grabbed Malfoy, who had collapsed at his feet, and tossed him to a safer spot behind him.

Even though Malfoy had been training with him, he was still just a slightly stronger young wizard.

Dudley walked over to the wall, curled his fingers, and gave a hard pull.

He removed a piece from the castle wall, untouched for a thousand years.

At this moment, everyone was fixated on the giant, so no one noticed Dudley's small act.

Well, he wouldn't get in trouble for damaging a relic, right?

He gripped the stone tightly and hurled it at the giant's head with all his might.

"Flying Sand and Stone (Physical)"

If he threw it fast enough, it would qualify as a spell.

This was a curse that adult wizards utilized in battles, generating powerful explosions and demolishing objects—more potent than the Shatter spell the prefect had used earlier.

It was classified as a high-level spell.

The giant's head was its weak point.

Don't be misled by how small its head appears; that area is crucial.

Had the head prefect used the Shatter spell on the first giant's head, he wouldn't have needed such elaborate maneuvers; just one spell could have taken it down.

Before achieving invincibility, having knowledge and intelligence is essential.

Being well-informed is a crucial attribute for any spellcaster.

The moment the stone struck the giant's head, it exploded, turning into countless dust particles, showcasing Dudley's tremendous force.

The giant felt the hit too; its head caved in slightly, and blood splattered out freely.

Dudley targeted the temple, the weakest part of the head.

And it wasn't over yet.

"BOOM!"

The giant's head suddenly exploded, and the red flames from the blast lit up the entire corridor.

It was an explosive agent; Dudley had added one to the stone—a highly unstable mix that caused a tremendous explosion upon impact.

This potion, one of the most perilous taught by Professor Snape, was equivalent to dynamite in terms of physical power but also carried strong magical damage.

It was ideal for confronting giants, whose skin is tough and flesh thick.

The perfect potion blew off half the giant's head, causing its enormous body to crash to the ground soundlessly.

Silence. A total hush fell.

The Slytherin little wizards sat on the ground, staring blankly at Dudley.

In the chaotic moments prior, they had no idea what Dudley had accomplished; to them, it looked as if a single spell had blown the giant's head off.

One spell!

A head explosion?!

The fifth-year head prefect struggled to subdue one of the smaller giants using all his means, while Dudley… dispatched it in an instant.

He didn't even bat an eye, clearly unfazed by such situations.

Cold-blooded, they thought unconsciously.

Then, recalling the earlier gossip about one spell causing Gryffindor to turn against itself...

So terrifying.

Such potent dark magic, such a fierce curse, and he claims he's not a dark wizard?!

The main reason Dudley avoided close combat with the troll was that he believed its greatest strength lay not in its size and strength, but in the foul smell it produced at all times.

Stench is also a form of attack. No one wants to engage with a giant pile of dung. Particularly since Dudley's own combat method involves close combat.

There's a saying: "A mop dipped in feces is like Lü Bu in the world," and the troll smelled far worse than that.

That's why he opted for the combined attack strategy he had just employed, which appeared to have worked quite effectively. He considered using it against wizards as well.

As the little wizards watched in astonishment, Dudley pulled out a bottle and walked toward the troll. Now that the giant was gone, he figured it was time to collect some potion ingredients.

And this scene registered in the minds of the Slytherin little wizards: This guy won't even let the corpse go! No, the great Mr. Dursley is experimenting with new dark magic! Rumors began to spread like wildfire.

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