Let's rewind to a few days before Hagrid rushed into the cave.
During Hagrid's period of great success and feeling that life was incredibly wonderful, the food situation in the cave was slowly deteriorating—at least, that's how the Vampire in the Gori perceived it.
Hagrid insists that his feeding method is scientific and the result of joint research with Professor Kettleburn.
( Professor Kettleburn: Don't drag me into this! I don't want to be remembered by a Vampire clan elder.)
At first, Hagrid at least sent pig's blood, which was from a mammal. Although it didn't taste very good, at least it wasn't too hard to swallow.
Later, he somehow obtained bat blood, which he brought in in several large earthenware jars. The little Vampire ' expressions were worse than if they were starving.
A skinny Vampire took a trembling bite, his face contorted in pain, and he almost vomited on the spot.
The Gori couldn't understand how Hagrid could produce so much blood from a bat of that size, even if you drained all its blood. It seemed much harder to obtain than human blood.
He thought Hagrid couldn't be simpler and more direct? Why didn't he just knock out a Muggle on the roadside, bring him back, and draw his blood? That's what Giant do, right? At least they don't eat meat, and they can at least leave a whole corpse.
Unfortunately, Hagrid didn't hear this, and the Gori didn't dare to tell Hagrid anything. If Dumbledore is the first person these Vampire fear most, then Hagrid is definitely the second.
But if Hagrid heard this, he would proudly tell him, hands on hips, that you just don't know about the Fantastic Beasts, the Grey-winged Giant Bat, which is bigger than an elephant. Keeping one and draining its blood would be more than enough to feed you little guys.
During these days, Gori sat in the corner without saying a word.
He watched as his men were forced to drink the dark red liquid of unknown origin. Some of them curled up in a corner after drinking it, their breathing becoming rapid and disordered, their faces even paler than usual.
After drinking it, some people developed very faint dark lines on their skin, as if something was seeping into their bodies from their blood.
The Gori conveys that feeling, the impurities in their blood that are not human or even humanoid, slowly eroding the last vestiges of their dignity.
Making them look more like blood sources, more like bats, doesn't seem like a problem at all. They are bats to begin with, so turning them into bats doesn't seem to be a problem!
In the Gori, he shook his head, no longer pondering this philosophical question.
Regardless of the reason, he did not stop his men from drinking bat blood; in fact, he forced them to drink it even when they didn't want to.
The Gori requires them to live, even if they live less and less like Vampire. Just like the day Hagrid left, every night the Gori picks the weakest of his henchmen, draws filtered blood from them, and injects it into his own body.
After being drained, the henchmen would collapse against the wall, spending increasingly longer periods in their bat form, while the Gori herself remained in human form, her complexion even slightly better than before.
Thinking of this, the Gori couldn't help but curse the magic Dumbledore left on him, preventing him from regaining his full power. Once he reached a certain point, the power from the phoenix began to burn his magic.
However, the time left to suffer humiliation is running out.
After confirming the location of the Child of Prophecy, Gori stopped wasting magic power towards the castle.
He turned his search towards the outside of the castle, repeatedly probing along the direction of Hogsmeade, extending his magic outwards along the caves time and again, searching for traces of his kind in the Forbidden Forest.
Finally, one day, an extremely faint mental echo pierced through the binding magic set by Dumbledore, like a thread passing through a narrow gap, and landed on a soul of its own kind.
When he sensed the familiar presence coming from the other end of the Gori, the corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards.
He wasn't from his clan, but he was definitely Vampire.
He spent most of the night communicating with Dumbledore, and with his unique expertise in mind magic, he successfully broke through Dumbledore's binding magic, establishing a stable two-way channel.
The voice coming from the other end carried a hint of probing and caution, and was full of respect.
The Gori is straightforward; it directly asks whether the other party is acting according to the original plan.
The other party gave an affirmative answer, telling him that enough people had gathered near Hogsmeade, the Werewolf had arrived, and everything was proceeding according to the previous plan.
After listening to the Gori, I leaned back against the stone wall and went over the whole plan in my mind again.
As this was a major matter concerning the Vampire's thousand-year-old curse, Gori, as the person in charge, devised a comprehensive and meticulous plan.
The first plan is to snatch the Child of Prophecy directly on the train, then find a place to hide him and slowly figure out how to use the so-called end of the millennium curse.
The plan failed, Dumbledore arrived at the scene faster than he had anticipated.
But it doesn't matter, the backup plan has already been arranged. As long as the Child of Prophecy enters Hogwarts, Hogsmeade will be the most suitable second point of contact.
If they fail to succeed on the train, for example, if Dumbledore stops them, or for other reasons such as not finding them, it doesn't matter. The Child of Prophecy will attend Hogwarts as Prophecy. So they can gather their forces at Hogsmeade to observe the situation, find an opportunity to make contact, or even break in when Dumbledore is not at the school.
But what he didn't expect was that the plan went wrong, and he was captured by Dumbledore.
He thought he had overestimated Dumbledore's strength, but he had underestimated him. He didn't even have a chance to escape and was eventually handed over to a big, dumb guy who used a few seemingly simple but unbreakable binding spells to lock him in the cave.
When the Gori recalls that experience, the singer's gaze dimmed slightly in the light, but quickly brightened again.
However, they will soon regain their freedom.
Although the first to arrive at the Forbidden Forest to provide assistance were not the Vampire of his own clan, but those from other clans.
They have no respect for me at all. Years of not showing my power have made them forget my brutality. I'll definitely teach them a lesson when I get out.
However, these details can be investigated later. What's more important right now is that those people outside are acting according to his plan.
They gathered at Hogsmeade, awaiting his instructions and searching for an opportunity to enter the castle. Even the Werewolf were surprisingly obedient, even though it was just a little fellow named Greyback who came; as long as he was obedient, that was good.
Wait a little longer, everyone's here. Before we go into the castle, come and rescue me from the Forbidden Forest.
The Gori didn't seem too difficult, since he had already noticed that Dumbledore was often not at school, and there was only a binding spell and a big, dumb guy guarding him.
He didn't believe that the power of those Vampire and Werewolf outside could be defeated by a spell and the fist of a Half-giant, especially with his command.
Now all he needs to do is wait, wait for the shadow of darkness to completely engulf Hogsmeade, wait for that moment to arrive.
He closed his eyes, as if he could feel the dark creatures in the distance gradually closing in on the dense forest, like the last undercurrent before the tide overflows the embankment.