The fist stopped.
"You're too slow."
The storm dissipated.
The opponent had no killing intent, so Harry didn't deliver a killing blow. Moreover, he had many questions to ask this half-giant.
Breathing in, he focused his energy to suppress the opponent's movements.
Among Harry's attributes, his 2 points of Magic could only provide basic techniques like magic resistance and strength enhancement. In contrast, his high 4 points of Stamina, honed through years of battlefield use, had developed into many combat techniques.
This technique of restraining an opponent's strength was gradually mastered by Harry after reaching 3 points of Stamina.
Everyone had physical limitations that could be exploited. Harry had enough combat experience to recognise weak points and pressure points. With sufficient trial and error, he'd mastered many techniques through self-teaching.
Like his mastery of all battlefield cold weapons, these were purely skills earned through slaughter.
Most of Harry's abilities were the lethal kind for directly killing people. Only after becoming truly strong did he research other applications.
If this world had many people with Magic or Stamina and well-developed systems, he could also learn their researched techniques.
Harry was very interested in Hagrid's flying motorcycle. If he could create such vehicles with magic, he'd have aerial combat capability.
"Who are you? Why are you hunting us?"
Harry asked. After the battle, he felt something was off, like he'd guessed wrong. The opponent looked fierce but had too little fighting spirit, unlike a professional assassin... didn't even seem like someone who killed regularly, more like an ordinary hunter.
The giant finally recovered from Harry's shock, looking down at Harry in a daze, noticing the scar on his forehead. He didn't immediately answer the question.
"You must be Harry!"
The giant said, becoming certain.
"You know me?"
Harry felt like something had gone wrong. Wasn't this person a pursuer?
Could it be that his hostility was...
Looking up at the giant's fierce, crude face, his beetle-like eyes squinted, surprisingly showing a trace of a smile in this environment.
"Last time I saw you, you were still a baby."
The giant said. "You look like your father, but have your mother's eyes."
"??!"
Not Church pursuers—this person was an acquaintance of his parents... His hostility likely arose because of the Dursley family... possibly because Uncle Vernon and the others treated him poorly.
Harry finally understood the abnormality.
"You're my parents' friend? You came looking for me?"
"YES."
Seven hells—a complete misunderstanding. Good thing he hadn't used full force, but those two punches definitely hurt a lot.
With the misunderstanding cleared up, Harry clumsily attempted to use stamina to heal the giant's external injuries, with mediocre results.
Through conversation, Harry learnt the giant's name was Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts was a magic school. The previous letters had been sent by them, and his parents had also graduated from there.
According to Hagrid, this magic school was the best in Britain, all of Europe, and even the entire world, founded around 990 AD.
The founders were the four greatest wizards of that time: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff.
The school's four houses were named after their surnames.
They established the school far from Muggle prying eyes, because in that era, Muggles feared magic. Many male and female wizards suffered persecution.
Wizards then had no complete educational system—wizard children learnt magic at home under parental guidance.
The four wizards planned to establish a magic school to nurture wizard students while protecting wizard children from Muggle persecution.
Many rules still apply today. When Harry was born, his name was recorded in the school's Book of Admittance.
This year he'd reached enrolment age, so owl messengers delivered letters first.
For young wizards from Muggle families, after the school sent letters, they dispatched staff members—in Harry's case, Hagrid—to guide them.
So the Dursley family taking him away wasn't actually to avoid pursuit but simply to avoid any connection with the magical world.
Vernon showed extreme discrimination against wizards—freaks who threatened his normal life—desperately fleeing because he didn't want his relative to become one.
"So there are no witch hunters sent by the Church? Wizards won't be hunted by the Inquisition?"
"Huh?" Hagrid looked somewhat confused.
What was he talking about?
What had Harry experienced as a child to think he was being hunted?
Also, he'd wanted to ask earlier—why were his punches so heavy? Two punches sent him flying, and if that third punch had landed, he might've died.
Wasn't this child just turning eleven?
Could he actually be a purebred giant after transformation?
"This... I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe it's those Muggle things—television shows, was it? Those things influenced you."
Hagrid thought for a moment, then spoke more clearly.
"Conflicts between the Church and us wizards happened centuries ago. No witch hunters will pursue us, nor will we seek revenge against the Church. These matters are past.
Just like modern wizarding society won't have blonde Anglo-Saxon wizards suddenly duelling red-haired Celtic wizards or black-haired Roman-descended wizards."
"We still hide our tracks, but not to avoid pursuit—only to protect Muggles."
Harry questioned this point. The rule obviously started with wizards hiding to protect themselves, but the situation might've changed—perhaps due to new spell inventions? Increased wizard numbers while Muggles' mysterious powers declined? Harry had too little intelligence to be certain.
"Hogwarts is the safest place in the world. Students generally aren't killed..."
Thinking of Moaning Myrtle, Hagrid amended: "...not so many students get killed."
Harry understood Hagrid's meaning—during the giant's time at school, students had been killed.
He immediately imagined Hogwarts as a noble castle full of intrigue, with hidden dangers beneath surface harmony.
Additionally, this world's existence of gods remained unknown, but average individual combat power probably exceeded the other world.
For instance, Hagrid, who seemed unremarkable as just a small giant, was easy for Harry to fight, but this person's strength was actually monster-level and battlefield-worthy as a peerless general, possessing the noble Magic attribute...
He probably knew many spells, since conversation revealed his profession was "wizard" or so-called "druid", not "warrior".
Such a person would've had few opponents in the other world, yet at Hogwarts he was just ordinary staff, not even a professor. His words showed infinite reverence for Headmaster Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was probably this world's renowned hero. In his current state, could Harry defeat him in surprise close combat?
Common steel and iron couldn't harm him, but magical steel and iron were uncertain.
Then there was wizards' teleportation—could Divine Power restrict it? How far could powerful wizards push offence and evasion... everything was unknown.
Harry extracted fragmentary information from Hagrid's various descriptions, analysing with his powerful intelligence.
If only he had an external brain—at least he should find some advisors, attendant staff, and trusted knights.
Then he could liberate his intelligence for studying only combat enjoyment.
Harry unconsciously glanced at Hagrid...
This person seemed somewhat unintelligent.
Though physically strong and meeting his aesthetic standards, recruiting him as a strategist might be inappropriate. He should find someone with more intelligence.
Perhaps he should rebuild his legion.
The King Development System, from unknown origins, had a convoluted annotation, probably force-translated into English: "National affairs depend on sacrifice and warfare."
The system could enhance his abilities in many ways, but the strongest function was the legion.
Under his leadership, even mortal armies could receive substantial bonuses.
The empty legion panel was truly uncomfortable—previously it showed endless names, now greyed out. He wondered if there was a way to summon them from the distant other world...
Achieving this seemed related to Divine Power, Charisma, Intelligence, along with wonders and rituals—currently all unlocked. Perhaps after reaching higher levels in certain divine attributes, there'd be more changes.