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The Squid knew the lake so well she recognized anything different. The figure approaching wasn't prey. A magnificent orange Chinese paddlefish swam gracefully through the murky green. On closer inspection, it had pale markings over its eyes -- as if it wore spectacles. It was human, albeit transfigured -- a finer job than that Krum had done. She sensed no danger or threat, so extended a tentacle curiously toward it. New headmistress Minerva McGonnagall spoke in the language of fishes, delivering sad news. The kind human, Dumbledore, was no more. The grieved keening of the squid carried all the way to shore.