International Confederation of Wizards Statute of Secrecy

When Hermione returned to the shore of the Black Lake with three barrels of fine liquor in her handbag, Allen was already standing by the lake. The slanting light after the rain poured down, as though gilding his figure with a hazy layer of gold.

"Allen, why are you bringing so much alcohol to feed the Giant Squid? How could it tell you it wanted to drink?" Hermione asked impatiently the moment she saw Allen. Back at the Three Broomsticks Pub, she had already been full of questions.

"That Giant Squid is actually Gryffindor—Godric Gryffindor, one of Hogwarts' founders. Because of an accident that happened while he was trying to help Rowena, the hereditary Blood Curse in his family was triggered, and he had no choice but to survive in the Black Lake in the form of a Giant Squid for over a thousand years. At first, he could still keep his mind clear and maintain his consciousness, and every day he had a little time when he could return to human form and wander through Hogwarts Castle. But as time went on, he could now basically be considered to have truly become a Giant Squid. The only traces of humanity he still retained were these preferences and habits..." Allen had just tried animal understanding and Legilimency, and had discovered that there was not much normal consciousness left in the other party's mind. He spoke with some sorrow. "A thousand years ago, I once dueled him. I defeated him, but I also promised him that after I came back, I would provide him with large amounts of fine liquor and seafood every day—consider it a tiny bit of compensation to him, though it's more to let myself feel a little more at ease."

Hermione took out the wooden barrels and