Mr. Zhang

The giant squid's corpse had already been taken away by several Aurors, but even if they studied it, they would not find much. Strictly speaking, Godric was indeed already dead.

The same went for Salazar. No one could truly live for a thousand years out of thin air. Nicolas Flamel had only lived for six hundred years thanks to the Philosopher's Stone.

The souls of legendary wizards were absolutely top-tier nourishment for the Death God. He would never let Salazar and the others' souls go.

But as legendary wizards, proud and peerless, how could they meekly accept becoming someone else's sustenance?

So, when their lifespans neared their end, they chose to hide their souls within their Animagus forms.

Just like the ghosts of Hogwarts, whose souls remained at Hogwarts after death, year after year, unable to leave.

It could be said that they had been imprisoned for a thousand years.

That also explained why a supreme wizard as proud as Salazar kept doing things that damaged his image so badly.

Ignoring the squid's corpse, the five of them headed back toward the castle.

Snape's skill was beyond question. After Hermione finished the potion at Eli's reminder, she immediately felt that more than half her magic had recovered. All that remained was the exhaustion in her soul.

After returning to the castle and taking Hermione to the Hospital Wing, Eli headed for the headmaster's office.

"Eli!" As Eli walked down the corridor, he drew plenty of attention. The moment Neville saw him, he ran over.

"How are you all? I mean, Harry..." Neville had previously thought the Gillyweed he had obtained had killed Harry Potter, and it had terrified him.

"Harry came back with me just now. He should be back at Gryffindor Tower by now. He's fine," Eli suddenly lowered