The instant Dumbledore finished speaking, Quirrell felt a momentary loss of control over his magic. The ropes that he had been holding together with magic seemed to be taken over by a stronger and purer force in an instant.
The tightly bound Vampire bodies floated up and automatically flew towards Dumbledore's side, as if gently embraced by an invisible hand.
Immediately afterwards, crimson flames surged up from beneath Dumbledore's feet once more, roaring and engulfing him and the Vampire.
In the final moment before the flames subsided, several piercing screams rang out, sounding as if someone had been stuffed into an incinerator.
After the flash of fire, Dumbledore appeared at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, not far away was Hagrid's little cabin with smoke rising from its roof.
Exhausted from the fiery teleportation Gori could no longer maintain the composure of a seasoned Vampire elder. His body slumped limply in the light, his skin an unnatural reddish-brown, and he could only utter weak, intermittent groans. Fawkes's phoenix flames were like a branding iron under the scorching sun to the dark creature; even if it wasn't meant to attack, it was enough to make him lose his senses.
A bark of Fang immediately rang out from inside the cabin, and the wooden door was quickly pushed open from the inside, revealing Hagrid's huge, bushy head.
He immediately recognized the tall, thin figure outside the door and quickly called out into the room, "Quiet down, Fang! It's Headmaster Dumbledore!"
The barking stopped immediately, and through the crack in the door, you could vaguely see the hunting dog lying back down on the sofa, picking up a piece of cake and grinding its teeth.
Hagrid strode out of the house and almost ran towards Dumbledore.
"Principal, did you need something? I was just about to head to the station to pick up the new students." Hagrid's rough voice carried a hint of embarrassment; after all, all the professors were busy preparing for the banquet, and he seemed a little lazy.
"No need to rush, the train will arrive a little later tonight." Dumbledore pointed to the Vampire suspended in mid-air by light chains behind him. "I need you to find a suitable place in the Forbidden Forest to temporarily house these guests. They need to be held for a while. Also, it would be best to inform the Centaur in advance, lest they mistake them for intruders."
Hagrid's eyes lit up like lanterns the moment they landed on the pale-faced, drooping-headed Vampire. He excitedly took a step forward and asked in a gruff voice, " Vampire? You mean the kind that can turn into giant bats? Headmaster, I've always wanted to keep a bat, a big one!"
Dumbledore glanced at Hagrid helplessly, his tone tinged with a parental indulgence and a sigh, "When did you start thinking about keeping bats again? You just told me last semester you wanted to keep a Hungarian Horntail."
Hagrid scratched the back of his head sheepishly and grinned, "I want to keep them all, I want to keep them all. Dragons and bats don't conflict."
Dumbledore, deciding not to dwell on the topic. He straightened his expression and his tone became more serious. "Be careful. Although I will temporarily seal the magic of these Vampire, they are not ordinary wizards after all. They may still have other special abilities, such as Transfiguration or telepathy. You must be very careful when you settle them."
Hagrid didn't hear the second half of the instruction at all; the word " Transfiguration " was all he could think about. He couldn't help but ask, "Can they maintain their bat form? If so, wouldn't they need more space in a cage?"
Dumbledore paused for two seconds, then decisively abandoned trying to correct Hagrid's stubborn thinking, and instead said, "Arrange accommodations first, then remember to inform the Centaur."
"Yes, Headmaster!" Hagrid readily agreed, turning and walking deeper into the Forbidden Forest, his steps large and quick, muttering to himself, "Bats... where should I keep the bats... the cages need to be hung high..."
Dumbledore watched Hagrid walk away before turning his gaze back to Gori, who was bound by the light ropes.
The other ordinary Vampire had already passed out completely under the residual power of the phoenix flames, their heads hanging down like a string of shriveled fruit. Only Gori was still barely conscious, though he could only open his eyes a crack and barely make out the white-robed figure in front of him.
Dumbledore took half a step forward, looking down at the Gori, his voice gentle yet carrying an unyielding weight. "Alright, now do you have time to discuss the contents of the Prophecy with me?"
Gori licked his chapped lips, his breath weak but still trying to maintain a false composure. "Haven't I already said what needed to be said? The Child of Prophecy will end the curse on us Vampire and Werewolf, freeing us from the shackles of our thousand-year destiny, and making us... ordinary people."
"That's all?" Dumbledore tilted his head slightly, his blue eyes behind his half-moon spectacles gleaming with insight. "Then what makes you so certain that child is Neville?"
The child in the Gori who volunteered to take the blame was named Neville, but he dared not show the slightest flaw on his face, and could only go along with the story. " The Prophecy... the Prophecy says that the Child of Prophecy will appear on this train this year. He has flaxen hair, is the focus of everyone's attention, and is the destined one."
He almost believed it himself, but Dumbledore chuckled softly. The laughter was low, yet carried a knowing composure, like a teacher exposing a student's carefully crafted lie.
"I've heard many of Grindelwald's Prophecy," Dumbledore said, a hint of distant reminiscence in his voice. "His style was never like this. He often said that Prophecy should never be too specific; overly certain descriptions only obscure the eyes of those who truly wish to see the future. You've been too specific, Mr. Gori. This doesn't sound like Prophecy he left behind; it sounds more like something you've made up on the spot."
Gori's heart sank. He forgot that the person before him was the White Dark Lord had defeated Grindelwald, someone who knew Grindelwald better than he did! His lie was too simplistic, but he couldn't back out now, so Gori simply shut his mouth and stopped talking.
Dumbledore waited a few moments, and seeing that the Gori showed no intention of continuing, he did not press the matter further.
He gently shook his head, shifting his gaze from Gori to the treetops deep within the Forbidden Forest, edged silver by the moonlight. His tone became calm and composed. "It seems we'll have to talk again another time. You can stay here for now; I need to rush back to prepare for the opening banquet. The children have been eagerly anticipating it, and I can't miss it. If you've changed your mind, you can contact me anytime through Hagrid, and I'll come see you."
Shortly after Dumbledore speaking, Hagrid came running back excitedly, pulling several large iron cages behind him, which jingled loudly. Hagrid exclaimed happily, "Headmaster, I ran into Professor Kettleburn! He has several large cages that can be used to keep bats!"
In the silence of the Gori, he suddenly felt the need to talk to Dumbledore again, at least to find a new supervisor. Suddenly, he felt that the big guy in front of him was even Dumbledore.