Chapter 859 - Giant’s Rampage Ⅲ

Abruptly the Ministry of Magic's alarms begins to shrilly ring causing Alastor Moody and Rufus Scrimgeour to scramble out of their shared office. A tiny female house elf with great big eyes, a hooked nose, and pointed ears stand amid the cubicles of the Auror's. The tiny house elf in a neat little French maid outfit squeakily says, "Zuffe has been sent by Mistress Malfoy. There is an ongoing Giant attack at the village of Fernburgh! Auror's please hurry!" With a little bow, the house elf loudly disappeared straight afterward.

There is a silence before shocked whispers fill the Auror quarters, "Giants!" They were fearsome foes according to childhood tales. And of the Auror's were in shock and even dread as none of them had ever been in direct combat against a giant. There are some things that the Auror Academy simply does not prepare one for.

Alastor turns in grim triumph toward Rufus as if to say, "I told you so!" Rufus merely frowns and gestures with his eyes to the whispering Auror's.

Without hesitation, Alastor points at several veteran Auror's and one other senior Auror member causing the office to fall into silence. "Those that I've gestured are with me," he matter-of-factly said, before pointing at the thin, tired-looking form of Percius Clements, who had not been sleeping well since the death of Damocles Belby. "Senior Auror Clements, there is bound to be a second attack elsewhere. Gather a second team and head to the location the minute any report comes in."

Percius nods his head in understanding before turning and pointing at various fledging's, at least two other veterans, one senior Auror, and his partner, John Dawlish to quickly gather in a group to formulate a plan. Alastor turns his head away and firmly gazes at Rufus. "Veteran Auror Scrimgeour will manage Headquarters, whilst a small squad and I depart immediately for Fernburgh."

Rufus looks mutinous for a moment, but Alastor gazes confidently at the younger wizard. He claps his hand on Rufus's shoulder in emphasis. "If worst comes to worst, Rufus, this may be a diversion. A possible prelude to an attack on the Ministry of Magic by the Giants. I need someone I can wholly trust in power to do the right thing no matter the cost. I am counting on you, Rufus."

Rufus nods his tawny head in understanding. "I will not fail," he solemnly vowed and patted the arm of Alastor briefly in solemn promise.

"Good man," Alastor said in a thick Scottish borough, before turning towards the rest of the department. "Auror Shacklebolt, Podmore, Stein," he said causing the three Auror's to stand up straight.

"I want St. Mungo's to be forewarned, the A.P.D. to be ready to depart with reinforcements, and we are going to need the Oblivator Headquarters on standby as well as sending word to the Minister of Magic and all other reinforcements. I am counting on your ingenuity to complete all of the ȧssigned tasks," Alastor Moody firmly declared.

"Yes, Senior Auror Moody!" The three Auror's loudly replied.

"And as for the rest of you, Veteran Auror Scrimgeour will ȧssign your duties and post!" Alastor roared, before marching out of the Ministry at full speed with the accompanying Auror's close in tow.

The pretty, petite Auror with tan skin and warm eyes purses her lips. Dorcas Meadows toys with her curly hair for a moment as she waits for her ȧssigned task. It was not surprising to see how efficient Alastor Moody was, but rather the fact that his cunning partner, Rufus Scrimgeour had been left in charge of the Auror headquarters.

Auror Clements should have been left in charge and yet Auror Moody had not done so. An unexpected complication as Auror Scrimgeour was much more devious and reckless than Auror Clements. Still, the plan would not fail. Everything was in place and they would give their enemies a painful blow tonight!

Beyond the walls of the Ministry of Magic, the Auror's led by Alastor Moody apperate to the village of Fernburgh. The scene of blood and terror of the villagers is what the Auror's arrive to. Without hesitation, Moody motions for the Auror's to split up in two's as he tries not to wince at seeing the gigantic size of the Giants. The smallest giant was twenty feet tall with the largest being 25 feet tall.

The humanoid beasts suddenly began to roar in anger as the Auror's began to attack with dark spells. Ever since, the attacks and murders by the dark wizarding organization, the Minister of Magic had permitted the use of dark spells when apprehending dangerous criminals or deadly existences. Well, these extenuating circumstances certainly qualified as such. And unlike normal spells, curses are even capable of hurting a giant!

Alastor pulls out his wand and points his wand at the nearest giant that was reaching for fleeing muggles. "Confringo!" The blasting curse smashes into the giant causing a portion of his hand to explode. Drops of flesh rain down from the heavens as the Giant screams in anger causing Alastor to nearly fall to the ground from his ears ringing in pain.

Alastor forces himself to move forward despite the ringing in his ears. Ordinarily, the blasting curse would have blasted a human to smithereens, but on a giant, it did not quite work that way. Still, the curse worked to an extent and this is what counted.

Knowing that the Giant was enraged now, Alastor rushes forward and points his wand at the giant's eyes. "Conjunctivitis!" The curse struck the giant's eyes causing them to painfully swell shut and blinding him. The giant wildly scratches at his face, but Alastor points his wand at the giant's ankle severing an ankle ligament. "Diffindo!"

A pool of red blood begins to spread as the giant roars in pain, but staggers forward, before falling like a massive tree causing the earth to shake. The giant screams angrily but raises its arms to crawl forward by scent. It may be blind, but giants were easily able to distinguish scents and it would continue to hunt in this manner.

"Diffindo Maximus!" Alastor shouted as he pointed his wand at the giant's neck. For a moment, it seems the spell did not work against the giant's thick skin. The giant eagerly raises its hands in the air and slams Alastor away. It moves to scramble forward, before pausing as if in shock. A small red line appears on its neck before blood begins to seep through as the slit grows wider. The giant roars in panic as a red waterfall pour down its neck

Alastor painfully grunts as he skids to a stop on the frozen ground. Coughing weakly, he gets up and limps for a moment knowing for certain that he had a cracked rib or two. Abandoning the dying giant alone, he hurries forward cradling his side with one hand. He quickly studies the chaotic battleground. A pair of Auror's were aiding in evacuation, while the other Auror's valiantly fought against the giants, but were now being outmaneuvered as the giants stayed out of reach and attacked them with everything in sight.

For a moment, Alastor feels dismayed realizing how rapidly he had underestimated the situation. Raising his wand, he murmurs a spell and says, "A.P.D. reinforcements needed. Wounded. Healers needed immediately!" Before a small dark shadow like a bird flies out of the tip of his wand. It is a spell that is only used by the Auror's to communicate with each other.