Gryffindor

The giant squid had clearly been busy trying to kill Eli. How could it have expected a lethal curse to suddenly appear?

When the eerie green light struck the squid's enormous head, a sinister force brutally tore the squid's soul from its body—no, it destroyed it.

Power ebbed away like a receding tide, and life was snuffed out like a candle flame without warning.

Air entered Eli's lungs again. His body, which had been compressed almost to the point of breaking, was instantly released. The stretching of his muscles and the rapid shifting of his internal organs made him grimace in pain.

His thoughts had even begun to slow just now, and his vision had started to darken.

Now that air had filled his shriveled lungs again, he gasped in huge breaths, greedily absorbing the oxygen magic drew from the water.

The instant the giant squid died, a trace of soul aura slipped into his mind. Eli completely immersed his consciousness in the Soul Space.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You nearly got my heir killed!"

The moment he entered, he heard Slytherin's aged yet still booming voice.

The boundless whiteness of the Soul Space did not make him uncomfortable.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the tall figure standing opposite Slytherin, Eli almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. Since when had there been another person in the Soul Space?

"Easy, easy. Isn't the kid still alive and kicking?" the tall man said in a thunderous voice.

Eli had been sizing the man up. He was dressed with great flair, with a red cape draped behind him, looking like Superman wearing his underwear on the outside.

When the man turned around, the short white beard on his face made Eli pause. So he was an old