As he spoke in the Gori, his arm began to try to Transfiguration. Just as the blood mist rose from the surface of his skin, flames surged from within, burning the blood mist back and preventing his magic from transforming him into a bat.
Quirrell looked at him. "So what do you mean?"
The Gori didn't look at Hagrid; his gaze was fixed directly on Quirrell's face, as if he had given up on communicating with Hagrid: "I want to see Dumbledore."
Quirrell shook his head. "You should know that the reason Ulric dared to send people to the Forbidden Forest to kill you is because the headmaster isn't at school right now. This matter of yours probably isn't enough to make the headmaster rush back."
There was a moment of silence in the Gori, then it began, "I can talk about that Prophecy, the Prophecy about Grindelwald."
Quirrell still shook his head, but his tone was noticeably more serious than before. "I am indeed quite curious about that Prophecy, but the headmaster probably isn't very interested. Prophecy about the survival of a Vampire clan—if the headmaster were interested, he could fulfill the Prophecy himself. I don't mean breaking the Prophecy, but making Prophecy come true, regarding its survival and such."
The Gori was taken aback by his words. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but couldn't find the right words for a moment.
Hagrid listened attentively, nodding frequently. He thought Quirrell was absolutely right. It seemed that reading more books was indeed useful. Even if he wanted to find fault, he couldn't say such a thing. Speaking of which, wasn't Quirrell Ravenclaw? It's like he went to Slytherin for further studies.
After a pause, the Gori resumed speaking, "It's not just about Vampire or Werewolf. The Child of Prophecy has more than just that ability."
This time, Quirrell's gaze finally changed. "What other abilities do you have? To save the Wizarding World? Or some Dark Lord?"
Hagrid followed up with, "Can you raise a phoenix or a dragon?"
Gori Quirrell had finally taken an interest, Gori immediately stopped the conversation and began to set conditions. " The Forbidden Forest is no longer safe unless your professor guards it every day. Dumbledore's magical mechanisms also have their limits; a few more waves of attacks and I'm dead."
Quirrell knew he was bargaining. "So what do you want?"
The Gori describes a scene where the singer looks around at the ruins and scattered furniture, with overturned tables and chairs and broken old cabinets lying in the corners, as if a small storm had just passed. "I want to enter the castle. You can lock me up in an empty room, or in the dungeon, either way is fine."
Quirrell shook his head. "Impossible, I don't have the authority to let you into Hogwarts."
The Gori, "You can tell Dumbledore, I can talk to him myself."
Quirrell still frowned, instinctively reluctant to let a seasoned Vampire into the castle—who knew how many people he'd killed? "Impossible. There can't be any dark creatures in the castle; it's not safe for the students."
The Gori helplessly shrugged. "Everything is negotiable. I also really like little wizards, and I can Hogwarts too."
His tone was deliberately relaxed, as if he were talking about something trivial.
Quirrell looked at him and remained silent for a long time. Although he didn't believe the credibility of the statement at all, it wasn't something he could decide on his own. He could leave it to Dumbledore, and there was also Deputy Headmistress McGonagall to oversee it.
"I will report to Headmaster Dumbledore. You will remain here until then, but I can visit you often."
Hagrid nodded and said, "I'll come often too. I can keep an eye on you even when Quirrell isn't around. It's a pity the Centaur don't like you, otherwise I could take you to Centaur tribe. Their tribe is quite safe."
Hearing Hagrid's words, Gori instinctively said, " Professor Quirrell is fine. Hagrid, you should prepare more blood and eat your fill. In case they attack again, I'll still have a chance to fight back. Isn't there another professor? She's very powerful and can help keep watch."
Hagrid nodded and said, "You mean Professor Malin? She's really strong; she's currently cleaning up Vampire in the Forbidden Forest."
Quirrell glanced at the Gori one last time, then turned to face Hagrid, lowering his voice just enough for Hagrid to hear. "They launched an attack just now, but it failed, and all of their men have been wiped out. There shouldn't be a second wave anytime soon. I'll head back to the school to report the situation to Headmistress McGonagall."
Hagrid scratched his head, shifting the direction of the small umbrella in his hand. "How do you know they're all dead? What if some escaped?"
Quirrell pointed to the shriveled corpses and scattered limbs on the ground, then listened intently to the sounds coming from the woods outside the cave entrance. "These guys haven't been dead long, and when I came here, there were other Vampire feigning attacks along the way. If something had happened to the main force here, they would either have received the news and withdrawn completely, or they would have come at full force. Now that it's quiet outside, it means they've given up."
Hagrid gave an "Oh," the last syllable of which was drawn out, as if he understood but not quite, but he still nodded cooperatively.
Looking at his expression, Quirrell felt that his explanation had probably been in vain; perhaps Hagrid hadn't intended to explain at all, and had just asked casually.
"Stay here a little longer. I'll go report to Professor McGonagall and then come back to relieve you."
Quirrell turned and took two steps toward the cave entrance, then glanced back at Hagrid.
Hagrid was squatting on the ground checking on the condition of his Vampire minions. He reached out and pinched one of their arms, then flipped it over to look at its eyelids, as if he were checking if any of the livestock in his pigsty were sick.
Quirrell withdrew his gaze and did not linger. At least Hagrid cared about his pet, which was trustworthy. He then turned and walked out of the cave.
The light outside was brighter than inside the cave. Although the canopy of the trees blocked most of the sunlight, at least the path underfoot was visible.
Quirrell did not rush to the castle immediately, but instead walked back the way he came.
He planned to go back and tell Professor Malin, since he felt somewhat guilty for leaving a lady behind. Although Professor Malin was very capable, the situation was urgent and he hadn't had time to be polite. Now that things were settled, it was necessary to go see her and at least tell her the results.
As he rounded a patch of low bushes, the sight that came into view made him stop in his tracks.
He looked up for a while, then looked left and right, wondering if he had gone the wrong way.
However, the shapes of the surrounding trees and the slope of the ground match up, so they should be from the same area.
Before he left, this place was a dense jungle. Although there were a few small trees that Hagrid had knocked over while walking, it was still quite vibrant overall.
Now, a sudden open space appeared before him. The ground looked as if it had been repeatedly baked by high temperatures, showing a dry, cracked, deep black color. The surface of the soil was covered with fine cracks, like a riverbed that had been dry for many years.