Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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"Lemon drops."

The two stone lions swung open in response, revealing a spiral staircase behind them.

Anriel knocked on the door of the principal's office.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, and through his shiny half-moon lenses he saw the man...

Completely transparent body.

"Oh, hell..."

Anriel grunted and lifted the Disillusionment Spell.

Dumbledore tilted his head and motioned him to sit down, without stopping the quill in his hand, as if Anriel had not disturbed his work.

"I say... even if you can be sure of its safety, you can't just put it out in the open..."

Anriel picked up a blood-red crystal stone on the table, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Correct, my son, now let us hold this stone and make sure it is safe."

Dumbledore signed his name in a beautiful cursive script on the bottom of the parchment, then rolled up the paper and handed it to Fawkes.

The phoenix cried clearly, then flapped its wings and flew out of the window.

After a little thought, Anriel thought of what to do next:

"Has the Mirror of Erised arrived? I remember that it took a lot of trouble to get it from Gringotts."

"of course."

Dumbledore lowered his head, as if studying the silvery memories in the basin in front of him.

"Anything else big happening recently?"

Anriel thought for a moment and replied:

"Mr. Potter nearly broke his neck falling off his broom."

"Oh? If this really happened, I would have to ask Professor McGonagall -"

Dumbledore smiled, the candlelight enveloping his half-moon lenses, obscuring his vision.

"She said Harry was the best Seeker she had ever seen..."

"It looked like someone was trying to knock him off his broom."

Anriel casually put the stone into his trouser pocket and shrugged.

"I have taught that guy a lesson. If he learns from it, he should know not to do bad things in public places."

Dumbledore said nothing, but took out a sealed envelope from the desk and handed it to Anriel.

"Cornelly Fudge, Ministry of Magic."

Ah, not only do I have to work, but I also have to run errands for the elderly...

Forget it, it’s not easy for the principal either.

Anriel put the envelope in his arms and followed Dumbledore out of the office.

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Hogsmeade, The Shrieking Shack.

"Right here, Anriel."

Dumbledore shook out his cloak and put it back on.

"I say, we are not going to carry this irreducible magic mirror out of the Whomping Willow again, are we?"

"That can't be the case, right?"

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but just looked at Andriel quietly, which made the latter feel uneasy.

"Tsk..."

Principal, who did you learn these bad things from?

After complaining in his heart, Anriel waved his wand, and the heavy, huge mirror covered with a thick layer of linen flew up from the wall and floated quietly in the air.

"Kakakaka——"

There was a rapid struggling sound, and the mirror under the linen seemed to be trying to break free from the influence of the spell and return to the ground.

Anriel's expression changed slightly, but this was not mentioned in the original book.

However, despite his surprise, Anriel shook his wrist and the mirror froze in the air as if struck by lightning. Seeing this, Dumbledore next to him smiled.

"Professor, you never told me this thing was alive."

Anriel's tone didn't sound like he was suppressing a powerful magical object. Instead, it sounded as if he had just had two cups of afternoon tea with Dumbledore.

"Come on, Anriel, let's put it first... Well, I remember there is an empty classroom on the second floor."

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Time flies, and after non-stop assignments, papers and homework, Christmas is almost here.

Anriel was surprised to find that school life was as boring as the previous school year when Potter and his two companions were concentrating on finding information about Nicolas Flamel and failed to cause any trouble in the school.

Homework, classes, absences...

Ah, yes, now Anriel has completely given up astronomy, so let it go...

The only bit of fun might come from the little thestral.

It has to be said that the speed at which this amazing animal grows is astonishing - now it can fly.

Of course, although its flying speed is not as fast as Anriel himself, it is not slow either.

......

Before Christmas, Potions class.

"Ten milliliters of crocodile heart blood! Miss Hermine, how many times do you want me to tell you—"

"Add it in five batches, stirring clockwise for one circle after each addition - five points deducted from Gryffindor!"

Snape said viciously as he walked past a table.

"I don't want you to mix a cauldron of useless waste in your last Potions class before Christmas!"

Anriel looked at the viscous blue liquid and spiral smoke in his pot... Hmm... I think...

However, this pot of amplification agent was exactly the same as the one described in the book, which at least ensured that Professor Snape would not come to find fault with him -

After all, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor are taking this class together...

"Although it's Christmas, I regret not being able to give you more homework, but for the person who just brewed a whole cauldron of junk, I want to see an eight-inch-long note on brewing amplification potions after your Christmas holiday. I seriously suspect that some people -"

He glanced balefully at the Gryffindor table, where a dozen empty cauldrons lay, most of their contents having perished under Snape's Vanishing Charm minutes before.

“If I were to list the reasons for my failure, it would be more than a foot long!”

"get out of class is over!"

Snape strode out of the classroom.

"It's horrible, I don't know if I should be thankful that we have Potions with Gryffindor."

One of Anriel's classmates said so.

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Because Dumbledore decided to stay in Hogwarts during Christmas, and Ms. Bathilda was on vacation in North America at the moment, Anriel decisively chose to leave his name on the Christmas stay-at-school list.

On Christmas Eve, Anriel closed a book called "Advanced Black Magic" borrowed from the restricted section of the library.

Apparently, borrowing books from the restricted area requires a professor's signature.

And Albus Dumbledore's signature was apparently easy to obtain.

Madam Pince is now very familiar with this child who often borrows banned books. In particular, his approval forms for banned books are all signed by the principal herself... The validity is real and reliable...

Anriel also planned to discuss the issue of Animagus with Professor McGonagall before the holiday.

He himself was a magical creation, and it was not easy for him to undergo magical transformation. This was something Professor McGonagall did not know, and if Dumbledore did not tell her, Anriel would not tell her.

However, recently when Anriel went to return books, he often saw Harry and his two friends flipping through rosters in the library, with the three heads huddled together, discussing some private matters.

Anriel certainly knew what they were looking for.

Nicolas Flamel, who, as they were about to learn, was now at Hogwarts and could create the elixir of life that Voldemort had always dreamed of;

Magic stone.

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"Hey, Harry, and you two, what are you doing?"

Anriel walked over and looked at the book they were trying to cover:

Illustrated Directory of the Great Wizards of the Last Hundred Years (Revised 1845).

"Uh... nothing... History of Magic homework... uh..."

Ron spoke nervously first, but it was clear that he was not good at lying.

Just as Hermione was about to explain something, Anriel raised his hand to stop her:

"Looking for Nicolas Flamel, are you?"

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise, and the two boys' eyes were full of surprise.

But Anriel's next words destroyed their surprise.

"First of all, if you guys want Chalamet, it's up to you guys."

"But it should be noted that Mr. Flamel is not a modern man..."

"Also, don't always doubt your Professor Snape. Sometimes, the guys who look the safest are the more dangerous."

Anriel raised his eyebrows and looked at the three people with doubtful expressions one by one.

"I'm not asking you to doubt Dumbledore..."

Hermione seemed to want to explain something, but Anriel raised his hand to stop her:

"No, I'm just here to borrow a book, you guys continue chatting."

After saying that, Anriel turned and left, leaving the three children looking at each other in bewilderment.

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In these boring days, Christmas is coming soon.

Anriel climbed out of the four-poster bed. Of course, he was alone in the room.

The room was very empty, with only two or three gifts under the Christmas tree.

Anriel chuckled. He gave Dumbledore a stack of thick wool socks. These were what he wanted. Hehe...

"let me see……"

Bathilda mailed back an exquisite shell sailboat. When the wind blew through its exquisite sails, it made a sound like the waves. A postcard was clipped on its deck, bringing the old lady's Christmas blessings.

Dumbledore sent over a whole packet of liquorice mint tablets—

He knew Anriel liked this refreshing snack.

And this big bag weighs twenty pounds (about 9 kilograms).

In addition to the licorice chips, there was a large bag of fragrant custard apple pie that looked homemade, which surprised Anriel.

It turns out that Old Phoenix can cook... I've learned something new.

A few Ravenclaw classmates who were close to Anriel gave him some exquisite magic gadgets, such as looking glasses. Anriel basically gave gifts in return to these people.

There was only one gift from the owner that he didn't give a gift in return, or rather, he never thought that she would give him a Christmas gift.

Well, it was Qiu Zhang. She and An Ruier were actually in the same class—and in the same college.

"Oh my god, don't do this..."

Anriel smiled and shook his head, taking a scarf out of the package.

"We are only in the second grade..."

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