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Chapter 807: Eye-Catching Magic
🕑 Added 2023-06-29 05:16:06 +0000 UTCThe recent contact with the giants in this period had brought Evan to a point; that was, they must be scared.
Giants possessed a nature devoid of intricate schemes and calculations of self-interest. They only admired and submitted to the strongest.
Compromising and communicating blindly was not the best approach with them. The giants had no patience to listen to much talk.
After the initial meeting, Evan let the Gurg Karkus and Golgomath see his power, and they decided to cooperate.
In the same way, the Death Eaters used Voldemort's cursed jewelry to kill Golgomath and his entourage, instilling fear in the remaining giants, and then turned the situation into what they were today, attracting many giants to join Voldemort's ranks.
That being the case, Evan intended to use a magnificent way to leave a deep, lasting impression on them before leaving. To deal with these simple-minded guys, direct and rude methods were often more effective.
Didn’t they like the power of magic? Evan would show them what real magic was!
Even if all these giants were eventually to join Voldemort's army, they would never forget the fear of being dominated by him...
A new plan was formed in Evan’s mind. He thought of the energy stone that accumulated the power of the Cyclops. Since he couldn't use it to strengthen Grawp, then, better use this devastating power to do something more meaningful.
A new day began, and the rising sun slowly crept into the cave where the Death Eaters were hiding, bringing a hint of insignificant warmth.
In the center of the cave, there was a green flame, which looked very unpleasant.
The five Death Eaters curled up in their respective positions, alert and keeping enough space from each other.
"Those guys should be about to give up. Except for a few old giants who can barely move, the rest of them are unwilling to join their cause," said a pale-faced wizard softly, making an unpleasant laugh. "Dumbledore probably didn't anticipate this. Look at the people he sent, two freak monsters and a child. Only Black is relatively strong."
"Don't underestimate those two dirty half-giants and the child, Nott, he is a powerful wizard. Have you forgotten what he did on the night of the Dark Lord's return?" said a cold voice, coming from the shadow in the corner.
"It just happened by chance. That damn Mudblood. If I catch him, I will let him know what a real Fiendfyre is!" said a fierce wizard at the edge of the cave. "I suggest attacking their camp again. I want Black to ... "
"Enough, Macnair! If you hadn't rushed up there without following orders last time, you wouldn't have alerted them and let them run away in advance," said the wizard in the corner, his voice cold and piercing. "They are on guard now, and another attack will have no effect. Let’s focus on those stupid giants. How many giants support us now?"
"After our efforts during this period, more than forty giants have joined us ..." said Nott slowly.
"Not enough, the Dark Lord needs more giants!"
"I suggest we try to attack some small giant tribes and capture those who are not obedient." Nott continued, with an ugly smile on his face. "Macnair, can you teach them who to obey?"
"Of course!" said Macnair cruelly, licking his dry lips. "I would be delighted to serve, I will torture them in the most brutal ways to make those disobedient giants feel the will of the Dark Lord and know the horror of magic …"
BOOM!!! There was a bang, and the whole cave was shaking.
"What was that sound? What’s happening outside?"
"Could it be those dimwits with pent-up energy fighting again? They caused an avalanche not long ago," said Macnair, standing up. "Sounds like it came from the mountain lake. Let's go and have a look."
When the Death Eaters arrived at the top of the mountain overlooking the lake, they saw almost all the giants gathered there.
These giants were all raising their heads, looking up at the cliff above the lake in a rare scene. There used to be the lair of the Cyclops and the successive Gurgs. Their expressions were abnormal, their eyes wide open, and they were gasping heavily. Many of them were so scared that they dropped to the ground.
"What on earth is wrong with these giants?" a sense of puzzlement flashed through the minds of the Death Eaters. They followed suit, and looked up to witness a shocking scene.
At the top of the cliff, a fourteen-year-old wizard stood there, waving his wand, creating bursts of colorful fireworks that streaked across the sky.
"It's that Evan Mason! What is that kid doing?! Showing fireworks to the giants?!"
"Go get him! I want torture that Mudblood and make him know ..." yelled Macnair.
"Shut up, idiot, don't you feel the fierce magic in the air? the magic he is releasing is not that simple."
"I don't feel anything except the ridiculous fireworks. This kid is looking for death ..."
Macnair stopped again suddenly, his mouth wide open, and he saw a crimson lightning flash over the top of the cliff.
There was a terrifying thunderous boom, and the whole rock cliff was trembling. This was the sound they had heard before.
He looked at the young wizard in disbelief, the power of lightning, what magic was this?! What power was this?!
Around Evan, a fiery red light akin to molten lava surrounded him, encircling his body.
The energy stone with the power of the Cyclops was placed on the magical runes in front of him, and a tremendous force was pouring out continuously, passing through his fingertips.
He planned to impress the giants before leaving, destroying the cliff with the power of the Cyclops.
He had also another purpose for this. The passage in the mountain extended to the depth of the core of the earth. Although it was now a mess there and had become a world of magma and flames, it had to be destroyed to prevent any malicious wizards from finding the Cyclops again.
Evan waved his wand, sending out fireworks into the air to attract the attention of the giants below.
This had nothing to do with the magic he was guiding, but it could produce the most intuitive impression in the hearts of the giants and make them believe it was magic.
When the final destruction came, they would probably see these fireworks as some kind of portent!
Although the reality was different, giants, who do not understand magic, were easily left with the misconception that this was the power of strong magic.
Later, when Voldemort and the Death Eaters would show magic to them, it would not be a great deal compared to Evan’s magic. At least in power, it wouldn’t be so eye-catching.
