But just as that thought flashed through his mind, the blood he had just spat out on the ground began to evaporate, as if it were being heated from below by some unseen heat source.
Immediately afterwards, the entire cave began to shake, pebbles fell from the ceiling, and stones on the walls began to move slowly.
The once still stone walls seemed to have been awakened to some kind of function, beginning to Transfiguration and recombine. Several thick stone chains shot out from the depths of the walls, accurately striking Dormon and the Werewolf beside him.
Before Dormon could react, a stone chain struck him in the waist, sending him flying. The blood spears that had been hanging in mid-air lost control, flying erratically to either side and shattering into powder on the stone wall.
The Werewolf were also entangled by the flying stone chains around their ankles; some were even lifted upside down and suspended in mid-air, struggling but unable to break free.
Only the Vampire beside Gori and the others seemed to be deliberately avoided; no stone chains fell in their direction.
Gori, watching Dormon and the Werewolf struggling against the stone chains, a thought flashed through Dumbledore, passively targeting intruders with aggressive intentions.
He didn't waste this window of opportunity. He struggled to his feet and, despite the excruciating pain in his chest, rushed toward Dormon, who was pinned down by the stone chains.
In the Gori, the person fell down onto Dormon, and then their body began to Transfiguration rapidly. The originally thin human form shrank and twisted into a huge bat within seconds.
A dark red light emerged from his transformed body, Dumbledore's restriction was activated again, and scorching golden flames erupted from the bat's body. Gori could feel that burning continuously devouring his magic, but he did not let go, his sharp teeth piercing Dormon's neck.
Dormon's body arched violently, a sound somewhere between a scream and a whimper escaping his throat. His arms struggled futilely against the giant bat pressing down on him, but his strength was irreversibly draining from his body.
The blood mist in the air seemed to be drawn by something invisible, using Dormon's body as a bridge, and began to converge towards the direction of the Gori.
The red mist, representing the original power of Vampire, flowed down Dormon's neck into Gori's body. Gori's body began to regain its fullness, its previously withered fur became shiny again, and its outline became more solid than before. Its bat form body was noticeably swollen.
But at the same time, the golden flames intensified, as if they were ignited by more magical fuel. The flames began to swirl around his body, and the burning sensation became increasingly pronounced.
Knowing Gori if he continued to inhale, he would be completely ignited by the flames and lose his newly restored magic, he abruptly released his mouth, flapped his wings, and flew off Dormon's body. After landing back on the ground, he transformed back into human form.
Dormon lay on the ground like a mummy stripped of its shroud, its skin clinging to its bones, its pupils still moving slightly.
He was clearly still alive, though his condition was far from respectable.
Gori licked the blood from his mouth, straightened up, looked down at Dormon, then glanced at the Werewolf bound by stone chains, and said calmly, "You just said that Ulric bestowed something upon you."
Dormon's chapped lips moved slightly. "... Spare my life, and I'll tell you."
There was no spoken word in the Gori. He looked at Dormon, his gaze sweeping over the Vampire Werewolf, finally settling on a spot deep within the cave.
After pondering for a moment, Gori licked his lips, as if savoring the blood he had just ingested. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had understood something, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile, " Blood of Betrayal... No wonder Ulric was able to lift your restrictions. He thought he had found a way to circumvent the Bloodline Curse, but unfortunately, it was a path destined to fail."
Dormon's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, as if trying to discern from his expression how much he actually knew.
The Gori doesn't look at Dormon anymore; it turns to face its Vampire underlings.
The lingering blood mist in the air drifted towards his underlings under his control. The moment they came into contact with the blood mist, they were like shriveled sponges thrown into a pool of water, instantly becoming plump and absorbing some of the power. They even became much more robust than before, their eyes gleaming with a beast-like light—like some kind of wild and Fantastic Beasts!
It seems that Hagrid's care has paid off.
The Gori looked at them, raised its hand and waved gently. "Go on, go eat."
The minions moved simultaneously as if a button had been pressed. They pounced on their kin, who were being restrained by stone chains and had been drained of most of their magic power, biting into the skin of their necks and making muffled swallowing sounds.
Those of their kind didn't even have time to struggle before they were torn into shriveled pieces of flesh.
The Werewolf still had the strength to fight back; several broke free of their stone chains and pounced on the Vampire minions who were about to devour them.
But Gori had already recovered and, with a wave of his hand, unleashed a magical shockwave that interrupted the charge of the Werewolf at the front, shoving him back against the wall with a dull thud.
The Werewolf that tried to resist didn't struggle for long before being taken down one by one by the Vampire minions.
The Gori keeps an eye on the dagger in the corner, the Progenitor Dagger 'Progenitor Dagger —it fell to the ground after the Werewolf wielding it was struck by the stone chains.
Thinking of the legends surrounding it, the Gori didn't act rashly, sending a Vampire henchman to retrieve it.
When the underling reached for the hilt of the dagger, his fingertips had barely touched it when the blade suddenly began to spin, then sprang upwards as if pulled from another dimension, disappearing into thin air.
Gori rushed to the corner, hoping to try and save him, but it was too late. He could only look at the empty ground, without even a trace left. "It seems Ulric set up a mechanism on it; the Portkey will automatically activate when the holder loses consciousness or dies."
He didn't dwell on the issue for long; he stood up and dusted off his knees.
The vines at the cave entrance have now been cut into pieces, and the damaged vines dangle in mid-air, with dark green sap slowly seeping from the broken edges.
"Maybe I'll be able to get out today, "Gori thought to himself as he cautiously walked out of the cave.
As they approached the cave entrance, the vines remained motionless, seemingly Dormon the earlier sabotage had taken effect.
Seeing Gori felt relieved and strode towards the cave entrance.
However, the rocks on both sides of the cave wall, which had been quiet, began to vibrate again, as if something was awakening anew.
The rubble trembled, and the stone chains began to slowly extend from inside the wall, stretching towards the direction of the Gori.