Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"Matthew, you say... this old guy doesn't want to..."

Anriel asked Maskrey as if to confirm.

At the same time, he turned sideways without any pressure, avoiding the wave-like impact of the indescribable thing in front of him.

"Don't ask me. I'm just an alchemist, and my guess is exactly the same as yours."

Mascorie looked unhappy.

"Hmm? It seems like you dislike this kind of person?"

Anriel asked curiously.

"You'd be annoying too if it were you."

Mascorie was even more angry:

"Let's assume that you spent several years and finally made a finished puppet...

Then the backup plan this guy left behind suddenly works smoothly, and you have to fight him desperately -

If you lose, you will not only lose face but also money.

If I win, all those years of work will be in vain.

No matter what, the puppet has to be re-refined.

More importantly, when I first got a body, I was not like you, who could directly confirm whether this thing had entered the gate of death or remained in the human world..."

It is no exaggeration to say that this is definitely the most troublesome and most hated thing for Maskori, the puppeteer, and even for the entire Clown clan from which he came.

At the same time, this is also one of the important reasons why Maskrey made the decision to "follow Anriel" almost arbitrarily after witnessing Anriel's almost bizarre "death" ability.

Let’s go back to the giant squid mentioned earlier.

Or rather, Godric Gryffindor's "body".

His soul is dead... No, it's not dead, it's just broken beyond repair.

Horcrux?

That was the work of "Herbo the Despicable" who was officially exiled by the World Wizards Association in 1227.

It was an invention that appeared many years after Gryffindor's death, and was invented by a completely insane genius lunatic.

Therefore, if Gryffindor wants to stay on this land forever...it cannot be a ghost, which has no magic power and is meaningless.

Without the convenient and quick method of Horcruxes...

He chose a more painful...and more extreme approach.

In fact, the principle is similar to that of Horcruxes.

But it's chopped instead of cut into pieces.

"He doesn't just want to live, he wants to die and live again."

Anriel raised his hand and swung out a stream of red water, crushing another tentacle of the giant squid.

Die and live again.

This is exactly what Maskrey hates the most.

If it were a situation that the Chinese could understand better, it would probably be that... the most annoying thing about corpse-driving is that the corpse comes back to life before it’s even driven away.

Unfortunately, the means Gryffindor retained were... a little...

Too ancient.

One century, two centuries...

Perhaps in a few hundred years, his methods will still be effective.

But during this entire 1000 years...

Anriel shook his head with a hint of regret.

As if sensing Anriel's thoughts, Maskori muttered:

“Well, in a sense, the founder of your school…is also immortal in another sense, right?

So I can’t compare to someone like you…”

Mascori paused, trying to find a more appropriate word to describe his godfather who was almost... invincible in the world.

"let me see……"

Anriel laughed.

"monster?"

"Tch...if you want."

Maskerui was speechless. He changed his words according to Anriel's joke:

"Even if he's not as immortal as a monster like you, he still retains his, um... existence.

how to say?

Gryffindor himself is like a block of rock candy, or a block of salt, whatever you want to think of it.

What he did was probably smash himself into powdered sugar and throw it into a glass of water—

It's your big lake.

Unfortunately, due to the times and technical limitations, his method of doing this was a little...

Uh, it's pretty rough.

Uneven concentration, incomplete dissolution... and so on, all of them are problems.

But it is undeniable that the essential effect of that magic is still working -

To use the analogy I just used, as long as there is a drop of "sugar water", Gryffindor cannot be considered truly dead.

Likewise, he can survive, but it's a little more difficult."

......

"Outrageous."

Anriel smacked his lips and gave his own concise answer.

"After all, this magic is theoretically a kind of 'transaction', and is related to 'equivalent exchange'.

He gave up his "consciousness" and "reason" in exchange for this half-dead, yet almost eternal "life".

The last guy who did this was called in the history of alchemy...

"Hermes the Thrice Great."

how to say?

While doing alchemy, this person touched something he shouldn't have touched.

So now, He is in some unknown corner, losing His mind, His body is broken, and He can only eat by instinct...

"To them, the destruction of their bodies is just a minor setback, isn't it?"

Anriel smiled, clenched his palms hard, and crushed the remaining part of the giant squid into meat paste.

"But, dead is dead... until someone calls them back, it's better for them to just lie in their own graves and not cause any trouble."

Anriel knew that the giant squid would not die just like that.

Its huge body, which had turned into a wriggling, twisted mass of minced meat—

As long as the lake is still filled with Gryffindor soul fragments, it will live forever.

Just live by instinct.

......

"Is there any chance he'll come back alive? You know, I mean in the true sense of the word."

"I think... probably not."

Back then, in the original book, even before the final battle, almost the entire castle was controlled by the dark forces, and those suffering students and the evil Death Eaters stayed in the school for nearly a year...

In this situation, the giant squid did not react at all, and did not even show up in the final battle...

There must be no hope, right?

Then...Gryffindor...

May your sanity, which has been eroded by chaos and instinct in your boundless life, rest in peace.

We will remember your dedication to Hogwarts...

Goodbye.