Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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At breakfast the next day, Anriel saw a long package thrown on Harry Potter's desk -

It was the broomstick that Minerva McGonagall had given him.

Of course, even if something unpleasant happened last night, McGonagall would still give some special treatment to the youngest Seeker in Gryffindor's history.

Of course, Anriel thought that honor and other things should be put aside for the time being. Mag probably didn't want to see Severus' bat face with a mocking smile...

Taking a sip of pumpkin juice, the cool feeling spread in the mouth, which made Anriel's thinking clearer.

He doesn't have any good ideas for Quidditch... But the Ravenclaw team itself is not bad (?)

But maybe, this time the House Cup will be won by Ravenclaw...

Since Anriel couldn't find an excuse to deduct Slytherin's points, he could find some excuses to add points to himself.

If they can't beat Gryffindor in a big event like Quidditch, then deduct a little more from them -

Of course, Anriel was happy to do things that were in his favor, just like yesterday, smart people always scare themselves:

Anriel didn't know what Hermione said to those boys, but she must have let them know that she was a reliable and good person who would reduce their points...

Besides, there is one more thing: his birthday is coming soon.

Bathilda set his birthday as October 1978, 10. He was picked up by Ms. Bathilda on this day and began his journey in this magical world.

Anriel felt that this was far more memorable than a birthday.

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Dumbledore said that he would give Andriel a nice gift, and Andriel was looking forward to it.

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October 10th.

"Good morning, child."

Dumbledore said this to Anriel when he came to the headmaster's office.

"Happy birthday."

Anriel stared at his birthday present, uttered an exclamation, and then looked at the principal's kind smile.

The reason why Anriel knew at a glance that this was his gift and not something else was because this kind of cute little creature usually doesn't appear in the principal's office...

Well, absolutely not.

"Do you like your little gift? Your father was a great pilot with them back in the day."

A little thestral nestled in a cardboard box in the corner sneezed, and from the flying paper foam, it seemed that this cute little creature was chewing the box.

"There are also rumors that... the bloodline of the Grindelwald family has a close connection with this creature, just like the relationship between the Dumbledore family and the Phoenix."

"But there's little evidence to prove that."

Dumbledore smiled and introduced.

"I love this cute little guy so much..."

Anriel walked behind the desk and hugged the white-bearded old man in front of him.

"And I think if you're flying in the sky on something, whether other people can see it or not, it'll be easier to accept..."

"Apparently, I've heard from Madam Hooch that broomsticks aren't a very suitable means of transportation for you."

"Well, I think we can leave it to our gamekeeper first. Remember to visit this little guy often so that he will remember you, okay?"

Dumbledore said softly, and with a flick of his wand, an invisible wall of air was created between the Thestrals and the exquisite and strange gadgets in his office, preventing them from suffering inevitable damage.

"Of course, thank you very much."

The old and young in the office laughed, and the laughter was mixed with the sneeze of the Thestral.

Perhaps, this is the greatest, most selfless, and most powerful magic in the world...

Love.

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Halloween.

"Oh, Halloween."

Anriel scratched his hair and put the wand in his arms. The teapot in front of him had turned into a budgie, but it looked a little stupid.

After all, it was transformed from a lifeless dead object.

Not long ago, it had transformed into other animals such as mice and spiders. Apparently, Professor McGonagall's second-year homework was not difficult at all for Anriel, and he had already begun trying the reverse operation.

Not only Professor McGonagall, Anriel is also familiar with the homework of other subjects.

These cute little homework assignments will make him forget some things -

For example, Halloween is coming soon, but Anriel seems to have forgotten to dig out a pumpkin to put candles in to create a festive atmosphere.

Forget it. There’s only Anriel in the whole dormitory anyway, so it’s still unclear whether he’ll be there.

"It would be nice to get one at the party."

Anriel smiled gently and prepared to go to the hunting ground to see his little Thestral.

I have to say that although Hagrid is usually careless, he is really good at taking care of these animals——

If his unique interest in "giant" creatures could be considered an advantage to ordinary people.

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"Good morning Hagrid, how are you doing?"

"Oh, Anriel, don't you have classes in the morning?"

Hagrid was weeding and fertilizing the pumpkins. After looking around and finding that there was no one else except Anriel, Hagrid took out his pink umbrella and gently tapped the pumpkins.

"It's not anything bad, it's just... uh... a spell, I mean..."

Hagrid looked at Anriel and subconsciously explained a few words.

The pumpkin swelled visibly, and did not stop until it had doubled in size.

"Of course. How's the little Thestral?"

"Oh, she's fine, I separated her from the thestrals at school and she can eat meat now."

"Ah, are female Thestrals harder to tame than males, Hagrid?"

Anriel knew from the book that although the Thestrals also gave birth to one male and one female, the method was similar to splitting.

The magical world is full of wonders...

Hagrid said nothing, but whistled briskly, his thick beard swaying rhythmically with his head.

Maybe he really didn't hear it, or maybe he didn't think the Thestrals were difficult to tame.

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"…That's it, Happy Halloween!"

After Dumbledore gave everyone his Halloween greetings, he sat back in his high-backed chair, grabbed a colorful firecracker and pulled it open. A small pumpkin with a ghost face and bat wings flew out and circled around his gray hair.

There are pumpkins and bats everywhere...

A small number of areas invited a special guest:

Troll.

The door to the Great Hall burst open, and Professor Quirrell stumbled in, rushing all the way to the staff table.

"Troll! In... in the underground... underground classroom! - I think you should know..."

Quirrell finished his words stutteringly, then collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The auditorium was suddenly in chaos, with screams ringing out. Anriel frowned.

"Quiet--!!!"

Dumbledore's tone was full of unquestionable authority, and the noisy restaurant fell silent almost instantly.

"Prefects, please take the students of your house back to the dormitory immediately! Teachers, please come with me to the basement classroom!"

The restaurant immediately became busy again.

Anriel put down the knife and fork in his hand, picked up the napkin to wipe his mouth, and walked towards the stairs leading to the basement classroom under the astonished gazes of several classmates and class leaders.

"Hey, guys, just treat Anriel as your assistant. We can't deal with the trolls."

The Ravenclaw prefect scratched his head and called back the attention of the surprised crowd with two or three shouts.

This sentence quickly convinced the Ravenclaw students, who were very aware of their own strengths.

If this is the brave Gryffindor, there will surely be a lot of loyal and righteous children who will follow Anriel's footsteps and rush into the underground classroom...

As for Anriel himself——

Of course he knew that the troll was no longer in the basement classroom and was on his way to the girls' restroom...

But that's not necessary, the trio can handle the giant monster.

......

He was going to stop Quirrell with Snape.

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third floor.

"Good evening, Professor Snape."

Anriel drew his wand and ran towards the corridor on the fourth floor without touching the ground. Snape followed behind him, his robe fluttering, making him look more like a big bat.

"Oh, your presence here proves that our Mr. Dumbledore is not completely senile..."

Snape said this in a slightly sarcastic tone, closely following Anriel who was flying in the air, without showing any sign of effort.

Or rather, he felt that it was Anriel who was having the hard time.

"Caution comes first."

The door that should have been locked was now half-open, with faint music coming from it, as if afraid that others would not know that a sneaky guy had sneaked in.

Anriel opened the door:

"Ow—!"

His shout not only scared Quirrell inside, but also Snape outside the door, his face turned ashen, as if someone had just thrown a dozen dung balls on his head.

Of course, at this time, Quirrell was almost completely covered by a thick cloak, and others could not determine his identity.

But what was even worse was that Lu Wei, who was originally drowsy under the music, was woken up by the shout, and he didn’t look very happy…

The barking of dogs was deafening, and a black smoke enveloped Quirrell. When the smoke dissipated, Quirrell's figure had disappeared.

Anriel and Snape looked at each other and walked downstairs.

Before leaving, Anriel did not forget to lock the door, leaving Lu Wei inside, angry like a mad dog.

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