However, his surprise only lasted for a moment. Then Gori looked around the cave he was in. Although it was primitive, there was a dilapidated but still sturdy wooden table in the corner, with two chairs next to it. Further in, there was even a crooked sofa.
These things were clearly moved here by Hagrid from Hogwarts bit by bit, probably to improve the living conditions of his "pets".
Of course, the Gori also makes it clear that when Hagrid was moving all that furniture, he probably wasn't thinking about "humanitarian concern," but rather "making sure the pet's bed is comfortable."
More importantly, the Gori clearly recalls that on the first day, Hagrid dragged several huge iron cages to Dumbledore to show off, having arranged his own accommodations.
Although Dumbledore ultimately rejected the proposal, it was enough for Gori to determine his standing in Dumbledore's eyes.
So when Hagrid crouched down and asked seriously, Gori decided to say a few more words, both to explain and to build rapport, so that the Troll wouldn't really not consider him an intelligent being and continue to treat them like pets. At the same time, he also tried to build rapport and see if there was any chance to escape.
" Vampire drink blood not just to fill their stomachs." The voice in the Gori is low and slow, as if squeezed from the depths of the throat, "Or rather, our Vampire, in human terms, have long since atrophied. Aside from blood, we might drink a little red wine or something similar to moisten our throats, so we never drink blood for that bit of protein or iron."
Hagrid listened intently, even pulling a crumpled notebook and a short pencil from his pocket, preparing to take notes.
The cover of the notebook had a line of large, crooked characters: Vampire Bat Breeding and Observation Record.
Gori glanced at the words out of the corner of his eye, his lips moved slightly, but he ultimately said nothing, remaining silent for two seconds before continuing.
"We drink blood to obtain a certain power contained within it, which we call Soul Spinal Fluid. We believe that every drop of blood carries a fragment of the soul, and Vampire replenish their fragmented souls by drinking these fragments, thereby maintaining their power, sanity, and human form. Without it, we would slowly degenerate, lose consciousness, and eventually become Vampire Monster driven only by instinct, unable even to maintain our human form."
Hagrid buried his head in his writing, the pencil scratching against the paper. Hagrid was never this focused when he was in school.
After he finished writing, he looked up with a puzzled expression. "I think I understand that 'Soul Spinal Fluid '... but why doesn't pig's blood work?"
The Gori sighed, as if explaining to a child who keeps asking "why" why you can't stick your fingers into a socket:
"The soul of a pig is inherently incomplete or immature; one could say its soul is incompatible with ours Vampire. Occasionally drinking a little pig's blood can barely keep you alive, but over time, the accumulated mismatched Soul Spinal Fluid will build up deep within your soul, corroding your reason, twisting your body, and eventually turning you into a monster without consciousness or driven only by instinct—more terrifying than degeneration."
Hagrid nodded quickly, closing the notebook and clutching it tightly in his hand, his expression as solemn as if he were signing some important document. "I understand, I will definitely take good care of my—" He paused, swallowing back the word "bat" in time, "... I will definitely take care of you according to the standards."
Seeing that the science popularization had been successful, Gori thought this might be a breakthrough, so he said, "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Keeper of Keys, to get some suitable blood. If you can't find a way, I can tell you the names of a few of my clan's subordinates. They have some status in ordinary society, so getting human blood shouldn't be difficult for them."
Hagrid shook his head, waving the notebook filled with crooked handwriting in his hand. "I've written down all your requests. But regarding human blood, I'll have to ask Dumbledore first."
Gori sighed, and the faint hope that had just surfaced in her eyes sank back down; she still had no chance to connect with the outside world.
Hagrid stood up, stuffed the notebook back into his pocket, and bent over to crawl out of the cave. He paused at the entrance, turned back, and said, "Just drink that blood for now; it should solve the problem quickly." He hesitated, then added, "By the way, what about the blood of Fantastic Beasts? I know how to get that."
Gori opened her eyes and looked at him for a moment, her voice as faint as a dry well. "You can drink. But drinking too much will cause problems, and the problems might even be bigger."
After saying that, he closed his eyes again, leaned against the stone wall, and stopped making a sound, as if trying to minimize energy consumption.
Hagrid wrote this last point down in his notebook, then bent over and crawled out of the cave. The vines and branches closed up behind him, completely covering the entrance.
The cave remained quiet for a long time. Gori had his eyes closed, his breathing was even, and his posture was relaxed as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Only after the footsteps outside had completely disappeared, and were entirely covered by the sound of the wind in the forest and the rustling of falling leaves, did he open his eyelids a crack again.
He slowly raised his hand and beckoned to the Vampire in the corner who had just drunk pig's blood.
The Vampire's face paled, but the suppression deep within his bloodline made it impossible for him to resist. He could only tremble as he moved in front of the Gori, opened his mouth, and bit his own wrist.
Bright red blood flowed down his wrist, and just before it dripped to the ground, it suddenly took a strange turn, with some of it flying into the air towards the Gori's lips.
Gori slightly opened his mouth, a few drops of blood slid into his throat, and his complexion immediately regained some color.
But at the same time, a dark red light lock emerged from his body, tightening layer by layer like an alarm being triggered, quickly suppressing and consuming the little bit of magic power he had just recovered.
The Gori frowned slightly, forced to stop his actions of absorbing blood to regain his strength.
He then raised his other hand, manipulating the remaining blood to condense into a complex rune in mid-air.
The runes slowly took shape, emitting a dazzling light for a moment, then drifted away like a thin mist, merging into the air of the cave and Silencio spreading outwards.
Gori played, a deep light flashed in his eyes as he watched the dissipating blood mist.
Based on his memory of the Child of Prophecy's magical power when he used mind magic to communicate with him, he was able to accurately distinguish the Child of Prophecy's unique magical fluctuations among all the wizards.
I already cast a spell at noon and roughly determined the area where the other party was located—inside Hogwarts Castle, underground—but it wasn't precise enough.
The purpose of this spell is to further narrow down the area.
The modified Vampire Mind Magic in the Gori can silently infiltrate the dreams of beings within a certain area, amplifying certain desires within them and plunging the target into a sweet fantasy.
At the same time, the Gori searches for traces of the Child of Prophecy's magic within the returning magical fluctuations.