Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Anriel followed the density of the soul fragments and gradually swam towards the place with the highest density.

The place with the highest density of soul fragments was obviously the cave where the giant squid lived.

Above, Harry still swam resolutely in the opposite direction of the mermaid tribe, "cutting through the thorns" along the way, dealing with the "slippery fish" left behind by other warriors...

After all, he had been training specifically for more than a month.

Basic water monsters and the like haven't given him any trouble so far.

After all, this matter is closely related to the immediate state of physical strength...

On the shore, in the judges' seat.

"Oh... Dumbledore, is Anriel lost?"

Ludo Bagman asked curiously.

"I'm afraid not."

Dumbledore did not "answer" him, but spoke to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

The old man knew very well that Anriel would not suddenly have nothing to do in such an occasion and want to do something fancy...

Given Anriel's personality, he would most likely swim directly to Harry and tell him with a smile:

"You swam the wrong way."

Then enjoy his reaction.

This is what Anriel can do with his character...

But now, he didn't do that.

Even the functional magic that Anriel himself called "live camera" was not turned off.

Dumbledore didn't think that, given Anriel's character, he would make a big fuss before doing private things and let everyone know about it at the same time...

So this scene, and what might happen next...

It is very likely, or highly likely, or even almost certain...

Just put it out for yourself to see.

His purpose may be to convey some information:

Anriel discovered something important that needed to be confirmed in person by Albus Dumbledore, the current headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

From Bagman's perspective, Dumbledore did not respond to him. He just stared blankly at the screen on the island in the middle of the lake with a look of astonishment on his face.

"A_ou...it seems...something went wrong..."

This former Quidditch player seems to have retained a certain sense of crisis...

He realized that things might change.

......

Anriel swung his right hand, which did not hold the wand, downwards.

This made him feel as if he was standing on an arch bridge suspended in the water, as transparent as the lake water, and he was just "standing" in the water.

In front of him was the dark and gloomy cave.

......

For Anriel, there is no such thing as "adventure preparation."

Because he is in his strongest condition now, or usually is, and there is nothing to prepare.

So, with Dumbledore's eyes filled with worry and doubt, Anriel swam into the cave.

The black lake water filled the entire space. It was a strange feeling. Even though Anriel didn't need to breathe, he suddenly felt a sense of suffocation...

It was as if there were countless eyes around, secretly, nonchalantly, openly...

Happy, confused, angry...

Full of joy, bewildered...

Just staring at him, looking at him, he swam in.

It was like a fake, dreamlike world in which everyone was the actor except for himself... like Truman, but not so weird and less incongruous.

It was like a strange thing blending into the crowd, attracting attention but unable to make everyone who saw it reach a unified opinion.

“It’s really frustrating…”

After Anriel felt these "gazes", he immediately realized that the subconsciousness was not preserved in these soul fragments.

Even if there is, it is only a trace and cannot be restored...

Anriel raised his wand and pointed it forward.

There was a thick tentacle.

"I don't know if you can understand...but you have to know one thing."

Anriel spoke slowly, not letting bubbles come out of his mouth like the others did, but transmitting his voice through the vibrating water ripples around his lips.

It was visually confirmed that the sound at least reached the giant squid.

The huge thing was stunned for a moment.

The thick tentacles stretched out just floated in the water, as if they understood Anriel's words and wanted to know what the next sentence was.

Is there anything an old squid that has lived at the bottom of Black Lake for hundreds of years needs to know?

"Well... since you want to hear it so much, I'll tell you straight away... I'm not..."

Anriel raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect that the giant squid would actually listen to him.

But, he hasn't finished speaking yet...

A thick tentacle broke through the water and whipped towards Anriel at an astonishing speed.

Anriel was caught off guard and was hit.

He laughed angrily...

This old squid didn't understand what I was saying at all, but was paralyzing its "prey" and making myself let down my guard!

Anriel sighed.

"Or... is he dead..."

Regardless of those rumors or legends, or those soul fragments floating in the lake...

These things all have speculations, inferences and conclusions corresponding to the evidence regarding Godric Gryffindor's life and death...

But now, the giant squid wrapped Anriel with its tentacles.

This is an extremely normal, simple, and instinctive thing for a creature in a hunting situation, so Anriel can almost draw such a conclusion -

Gryffindor...

Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts...

already dead.

His soul may still be here, forever inseparable from the school he loves so much...

Unfortunately, the soul may have already taken the form of the stars in the lake.

Even though the squid's hunting tentacles had already wrapped around Anriel's waist, Anriel still sighed and wanted to give the giant beast one last chance.

pity……

What a pity, really.

Gryffindor is already a "dead man".

......

"The flesh is cut and the bones are broken."

The tentacles wrapped around Anriel snapped, and the squid tentacles fell silently to the bottom of the lake...

not at all.

In this respect, the giant squid also has the same characteristics as the octopus.

After leaving the body, the tendril continued to twist and struggle, trying to entangle Anriel and kill him.

Anriel stared at the squid leg that undoubtedly showed signs of magic release.

A stream of red boiling water spurted out from the tip of the wand in his hand -