Although it was not entirely clear what was happening inside Hogwarts, the explosions and flashes of fire made it obvious that something had definitely gone wrong.
Not to mention the sight of stone soldiers walking out of the castle. Anyone with eyes could tell that this was not the kind of magic Hogwarts used to welcome honored guests.
Looking at the stone soldiers standing in neat formation on the bridge, Fenrir Greyback turned to the Werewolf beside him. "What about the Giants? Still not here?"
"They just arrived. Besides the Giants, the Death Eaters also appeared nearby not long ago."
In truth, this result was not surprising.
After all, Fenrir Greyback, who had been staying on the perimeter, naturally had not missed Voldemort's ultimatum to the people inside Hogwarts.
And since Voldemort, their leader, had already arrived at the scene, those hounds tamed by Voldemort had no reason, and certainly no courage, to keep delaying their appearance.
Just as Fenrir Greyback turned his gaze back to the front line, the ground began to tremble noticeably.
In the nearby forest, countless birds were startled into flight.
The Werewolves gathered in front of the barrier were thrown into a brief commotion by the movement.
"So they're here. Those stupid big brutes."
...
Boom, boom, boom!
Emerging one after another from the forest were enormous Giants, each standing around twenty to twenty-five feet tall on average.
These massive humanoid magical creatures each carried a huge club, looking immensely destructive.
Although they were called stupid, and although they were indeed easily angered by almost anything, the brains inside those huge heads were still far smarter than those of Trolls or mountain trolls.
After all, they knew what magic was, and they also had their own language system, culture, and a certain social structure.
It was just that they preferred to speak with strength and height.
As the Giants drew closer, Fenrir's Werewolves scattered to both sides, clearing the path in the middle.
They were allies, yes, but judging by the Giants' minds, perhaps they could not even tell the difference between enemies and friends.
After all, to these towering Giants, humans who were only about the size of one of their fingers were not all that different.
"Gug!"
"We... are here!"
"Enemies..."
As they spoke, the Giants swung the great clubs in their hands.
It had to be said that when those twenty-some Giants came forward, pulling down trees and shaking the earth, the sight truly gave people the illusion of being tiny before the force of nature.
Unstoppable.
A despair as towering as a mountain.
...
Gug.
Speaking of Gug, in truth, the word the Giants were shouting was not someone's name, but something closer to a title of respect.
Gug meant the leader of the Giants.
Put simply, whoever became the leader of a Giant tribe would receive the title of Gug.
And the Gug of this generation did not seem to be among the dozens of Giants who had appeared here.
Speaking of which, thanks to the efforts of Hagrid and Madame Maxime, these Giants had originally agreed to join them and organize together to resist Voldemort's forces.
But after Voldemort intervened, Kacus, who should have been the leader of the Giants, was eliminated by him, causing all of Hagrid and Madame Maxime's efforts to come to nothing.
In the end, Voldemort became the new Gug.
In other words, the person these Giants were calling out to was Voldemort, who had already arrived at the scene but, strangely, had yet to show himself.
Fenrir Greyback, unaware of all this, showed an impatient expression. "Tell those damned big brutes to hurry up and get forward. With their strength, they should be able to break through this barrier quickly."
At this point, a savage, blood-red light appeared in Fenrir's beast-like vertical pupils.
The way he licked his sharp fangs, along with the drool dripping from his mouth, made one feel a chill all over.
At this moment, Fenrir Greyback, just like his Werewolf subordinates, seemed to be gradually losing the last of his humanity under the influence of bestial desire.
Just then, a cold, hoarse voice, like something crawling through a dark sewer, sounded beside his ear. "The Master sent me to inform you..."
"Barty Crouch Jr."
Hearing the voice, Fenrir turned his head toward the wizard who had appeared behind him and opened his huge mouth in warning.
It was as if he were telling the other man not to come any closer.
But Barty Crouch Jr., who had appeared there, merely answered with a cold laugh, then continued the words he had left unfinished.
"Now, begin the attack on Hogwarts!"