One grindylow popped up right in front of Harry’s face, scaring him so fiercely that he shot backwards. This gave the monster’s friends time to catch up to him and they surrounded him, biting and scratching at him. Harry writhed around wildly, punching and kicking at random. There were a lot more grindylows now, excited at the prospect of prey. In fury, Harry pulled out the knife strapped to his leg and lashed out. He was rewarded by a cloud of dark blood and very quickly the grindylows retreated, dragging their friend that was now missing an eye. They shook their fists at Harry as he swam away before disappearing back into the weeds.