Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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"Professor, how do you think this despicable guy will pass through your agency..."

Snape glanced at the "colleague" beside him who was dressed as a student, and said coldly:

"It won't do any good. He probably doesn't need to drink any of the pills."

"puff--"

Anriel couldn't help but laughed out loud -

Oh, I see:

This mechanism protects against gentlemen, not villains...

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"Oh, good evening, Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell was coming down the stairs opposite them, and Anriel greeted him with a warm, sincere smile.

Of course, he didn't care about the sudden coldness of Quirrell's gaze when he turned around.

A loud noise came from the direction of the bathroom on the second floor. The three of them looked at each other, and then ran in that direction together.

Anriel saw a corner of Minerva McGonagall's robes dart into the girls' bathroom and followed.

As expected, a twelve-foot troll fainted on the ground, and Snape came in and bent down to examine the troll's cystic little head.

"You three..."

Mag was educating the children in her college. Anriel waited until she finished speaking, smiled at her, and turned to the three frightened first-year students.

"You three, have some chocolate and calm down. I'll take you back to the tower."

Obviously, peers will be closer than professors in this situation, especially after they have just gone through such a life-threatening experience.

"Ah, thank you...I mean...thank you." Hermione reacted faster than the two boys.

Anriel handed the three people a few pieces of chocolate and led them out of the bathroom.

And left professors such as Snape and Quirrell there.

"Mr. Green... Mr. Devoe, why are you..."

Hermione's tone was a little hesitant. Based on what she had learned from the book, the meaning of Anriel's last name seemed to be a senior who was as famous as Harry. Moreover, as a second-year student, he acted with the professors, and it seemed that other professors also accepted such behavior. This made Hermione deeply puzzled.

"First of all, if you don't mind, you can just call me Anriel;"

"Secondly, this is hard to explain. You can think of me as a twelve-year-old professor. Although it's hard to accept, except that I can't teach and need to attend classes, my other work activities are basically the same as those of professors—"

"Of course, I am definitely much kinder than other professors. If something big happens and you can't find a professor, you can consider coming to me."

Hermione thought for a moment, then gently broke off a piece of chocolate and put it in her mouth.

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Ravenclaw common room.

"It's snowing..."

Anriel looked out the window and put the quill back into the ink bottle.

He was completing a paper on the medicinal properties of mandrake and its combination with other herbs, and Snape's required length was eight inches - a nightmare for a second-year student.

And Anriel apparently forgot this, the length of his paper is...

One and a half pages of parchment...twenty-four inches (about 61 cm).

At the same time, Quidditch season is here. To be honest, Anriel has no interest in this sport that requires him to fly around in the sky and pass the ball while always being careful not to smash his head.

He would rather sit by the fireplace and finish a horoscope chart -

And he had never listened to even a complete astronomy class seriously, which clearly showed how much he disliked this dangerous sport.

When other students asked him why he had such outrageous grades (meaning that except for astronomy and potions, he got almost full marks in other subjects), Anriel would take out the astronomy parchment on which his grades were honored to be reduced from P (Poor) to D (Dreadful), saying that interest really can promote everything, not just the improvement of grades, but also their decline.

This is the reality. If he is the top student in every subject in his grade and has an incredibly good relationship with all professors including the principal, then unfortunately, he will be isolated and get into a lot of unnecessary trouble.

And now, he still gets dragged out by his friends to watch Quidditch, which is good.

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"Anriel, Gryffindor training! Do you want to go out and take a look? Come on!"

Anriel put on dragon-skin gloves, a cloak that was as thick as a mink coat, and walked towards the court with his friend.

"Look, that must be Harry Potter!"

Someone pointed at the small black dot in the sky and said.

Anriel narrowed his eyes, trying to find the Quaffle—

Please compare it to a spectator who has fallen asleep for half an hour looking for the ball on the field during a football match.

After a few minutes, he gave up the futile search.

"No, I have to go back. I'm afraid I'll pass out here and turn into a popsicle.

But you all finished your paper on Snape, didn't you?"

Anriel saw several classmates' faces change. As students of Ravenclaw, they needed to make a choice between going back to study and watching the game, which did not seem difficult.

"Damn it, it's break time now, can't you just not mention such terrible things..."

Several people laughed and cursed, and walked towards the lounge in twos and threes. Anriel smiled back at them.

"Let's go. Quidditch has nothing to do with us."

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Unfortunately, no matter what, Anriel still had to watch the first Quidditch game of this semester, that is, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

This was a large-scale unified school event. He couldn't just find an excuse to refuse and stay alone in the dormitory to study the medicinal properties of mandrake.

It was not until Anriel remembered that this Quidditch match seemed to be the first time that Quirrell attacked Harry Potter for the master he hid on the back of his head that he became slightly interested in the game.

He picked up a piece of bread with butter, put on his warm cloak, and walked out of the restaurant.

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Quidditch pitch.

After waiting in the stands for about a quarter of an hour, Anriel saw a red object in Madam Hooch's hand - the Quaffle, being thrown into the sky, and the game officially began!

As for why I didn't hear the whistle or command to start the game...

He couldn't hear anything because it was too noisy in the stands.

Even though Ravenclaw was now ahead of Slytherin in points (which was necessary, as they had won the House Cup for the sixth time in a row), students from the other three houses were happy to see Slytherin lose the game.

Anriel didn't have any idea about these rankings now. He stared at the Quaffle for a while and found, not surprisingly, that he couldn't concentrate even a little bit.

So he turned his gaze towards the Slytherin viewing platform -

There sat Snape and behind him Quirrell.

Maybe this can add some fun to the boring game...

Anriel sneaked down the stands. At this moment, Mr. Harry Potter was still sitting firmly on his broom, looking for the Golden Snitch that might suddenly appear in the field at any time.

"The Slytherin stand... um... doesn't look like it needs to go very far, maybe a quarter of the court is enough -

It’s a full half circle from the Gryffindor stand to here…”

Anriel looked up at the wooden stand supports and stairs and shook his head.

The Gryffindor children were really brave to set off magic fire on the pure wooden floor. They were worthy of their house, even the shrewd Hermione thought so.

"foul!"

Anriel heard such noises coming from the stadium. Interestingly, there was complete silence above his head.

Apparently, Marcus' attempt to prevent Gryffindor Seekers from ever taking part in the tournament again had failed.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Anriel heard hurried footsteps.

It's Hermione.

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"Ah! Uh... I mean... Senior, why are you, uh..."

Hermione obviously wanted to ask Anriel why he was here, but she felt guilty and anxious now——

Harry would fall off his broom and break his neck in an instant.

"Why am I here? Good question, but now is not the time. If you really wanted to prevent your little friend from breaking his neck, you shouldn't have tried to set Professor Snape's robes on fire--"

"He finally managed to wear a new suit, which was not easy. You should choose the old bastard above him as your target. Believe me, it's right."

Anriel pointed at Quirrell through the gap in the wooden board.

"You'll be pleased to find that, in fact, Quirrell never stops talking—"

"Silly child, don't ask why. I'm not asking you to do this. You only have one choice."

Anriel was acutely aware that Hermione didn't seem to understand, and was still trying to sneak up behind Snape when he wasn't paying attention.

Anriel waved his wand lightly, and an invisible wall of air completely filled the space between Hermione and Snape.

After a few seconds of silence, Hermione chose to compromise.

As long as chaos is caused, the result will be the same, except that the innocent Professor Quirrell will be implicated...

But if what Anriel said was true, then Professor Quirrell...

Hermione didn't dare to think any further.

"The flames are blazing!"

Hermione's voice came out dully from her throat, and a blue flame that looked like a variation of the spell jumped onto Quirrell's robes.

Then Hermione quickly left the Slytherin viewing platform.

In her heart, she forgave herself for what she had done.

Anriel shook his head and pointed his wand lightly at the flame. The blue flame instantly expanded, and a hint of purple appeared faintly in the center of the flame. The center of the flame also condensed into a hungry wolf, biting Quirrell's calf like crazy.

After Anriel's processing, this flame will only burn on Quirrell.

Anriel sincerely hoped that the fire would burn off one of his legs, which would be a great obstacle to his attempt to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"Then, I don't want to finish the game - maybe I can find a reason to sneak back to the castle without being seen..."

Anriel once again lamented the convenience of the Disillusionment Charm. Perhaps this was another spell invented by a pursuer of the Deathly Hallows.

Because he couldn't find the whereabouts of the so-called invisibility cloak.

A cloak made of thestral fur would have been helpful, but unfortunately most of the people you need to avoid in school (like, say, Severus Snape) have seen death themselves.

Anriel glided across the surface of the Black Lake like a ghost, leaving ripples.

Of course, he didn't use any broom.

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Besides, there is one more thing.

......