Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

At the end of the press conference, Anriel had this illusion:

As ridiculous as it sounds, it seems that Fudge ran away with his tail between his legs...

Rita's aggression was too strong for him to handle.

What's more, at the end of the press conference, such a powerful depth bomb was dug out -

Is Azkaban's security still worthy of the public's trust?

Fortunately (?) although Fudge has always been a loser, he finally stood up this time and didn't reveal a single word. No matter how Rita questioned him or how she tried to hint at him, Fudge held on and didn't say anything about Azkaban.

This wave, this wave is the desire to survive and it has made great contributions.

Although Rita's actions made everyone uncomfortable, judging from the results alone, it was actually acceptable:

Under her sharp questioning, the Ministry of Magic officials directly stated that Sirius Black was not guilty and were about to launch a full-scale manhunt for Peter Pettigrew.

As for the custody of Harry Potter… that is a private matter and can be resolved privately.

There's no need to "bother" Ms. Skeeter to add fuel to the fire.

Anriel walked silently to Dumbledore, ready to leave this farce.

"Just a moment, Dumbledore... sir."

Rita quickly fastened the buckle of her crocodile leather handbag, stood up, and walked quickly to Dumbledore and Andril.

"I wonder if I..."

"I'm sorry ma'am, I don't think you can."

Anriel responded politely.

He couldn't elaborate.

So far, only people related to the Ministry of Magic know about the attack on Azkaban, and even Dumbledore knows nothing about it.

It can’t be so absolute... I probably don’t know 99% of the time.

It is even more impossible for him to know that it was Anriel who did it...

Anriel was not sure about Dumbledore's attitude - although from a moral standpoint, it was almost impossible for Dumbledore to oppose him, but from the overall trend, it was difficult for Anriel to provide reliable evidence to convince Dumbledore.

He had no reason to claim that his plan was more certain and then make Dumbledore abandon the plan he had been planning for more than ten years and support Anriel.

It is almost impossible.

Rita was obviously unwilling to retreat, but just as she was about to say something, she saw Anriel's eyes gradually become dangerous...

That was a dangerous look that could threaten her life.

The terrifying instinct of seeking profit and avoiding harm that she developed from her years of journalistic experience saved her life.

Rita left in a hurry.

"It seems you don't like reporters either, my child."

Dumbledore stood in front of a stove and joked with Anriel as they began to line up.

He really doesn't like reporters, but sometimes public opinion is much easier than violence.

Sure, he had the ability to kill all the opponents, but wouldn't that be exhausting?

Anriel nodded slightly, agreeing with Dumbledore's statement, and asked:

"Sir, where are we going now?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment and replied:

"I think we can go back to school first, pack up and go to Privet Drive...

I was the one who sent Harry to his aunt and uncle's house, and I thought it would be most appropriate for me to take him out as well."

Anriel suddenly realized something.

Yes.

If the situation in the original book hadn't been so urgent and depressing, and Dumbledore hadn't had to plan his own demise...

Will it be Dumbledore who picks up Harry Potter from Privet Drive that day?

There is a beginning and an end...

"child?"

Dumbledore's tone was a little doubtful. He felt that Anriel seemed to be in a trance for a moment.

"Oh, it's all right, sir."

Anriel responded, raised his hand and touched his nose, then continued:

"I don't have anything to do. I just need to pick up Mr. Lovegood and Luna about half a month before the Quidditch World Cup."

Dumbledore slapped his forehead in a slightly exaggerated manner:

"Ah, old age is really useless, I almost forgot——"

He reached out from his robe and pulled out a bundle of tickets made of parchment and handed it to Anriel.

Anriel gave a thumbs up.

The green flames rolled back, and Anriel and Dumbledore disappeared into the stove.

......

That afternoon, Privet Drive.

Dumbledore was wearing a brown woolen coat. Anriel thought it looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he found that it seemed to be Dumbledore's old clothes.

This was the same outfit he had worn when he went to pick up Tom Riddle from the orphanage more than fifty years ago.

Isn't this also a sense of ritual that old British gentlemen insist on?

Anriel was wearing his long black windbreaker. He didn't have a wand in his hand, but was holding a silver eagle-head cane, looking quite decent.

It’s just that tacky black stone ring on the left hand that kind of detracts from the look.

"Privet Drive...Number 4, ah, here we are."

Dumbledore looked up at the road sign, stretched out a slender finger, and pointed at the mailbox outside the Dursley's house.

"I think we should knock."

Dumbledore said as he reached the Dursleys' door.

Anriel rolled his eyes helplessly - whatever you say is what it is.

"dong dong dong"

Dumbledore knocked on the door and heard some inaudible noises from inside.

The door opened.

Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at Harry Potter, who was ordered to open the door, with a smile on his face.

Mainly because today was Sunday, and no clients or anything like that would come to the Dursleys' house to discuss business, and there was no need for Mr. Vernon Dursley to open the door in person -

You can order the "servants" around the house.

"Principal?"

Harry Potter's voice was full of disbelief, even a little cracked.

"Principal? Boy! What the hell are you doing?!"

Vernon Dursley's roar came from the living room, followed by the sound of thumping footsteps.

Vernon took a deep breath when he saw Dumbledore with a long white beard hanging down to the ground.

Then he saw Anriel, dressed in black and with a stern face, behind Dumbledore...

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Vernon Dursley, a fat man weighing several hundred pounds, stood in the hallway of his house and made a sharp explosion, sounding weak, pitiful and helpless.

"Oh, shut up, Dursley."

Anriel said impatiently, and then a fat chicken with its neck strangled appeared in the hallway.

Of course, it's just an analogy, and Anriel didn't really turn Mr. Dursley into a fat chicken.

In fact, he didn't even use the "tongue-lock" method, it was Mr. Dursley who shut his mouth himself.

This is enough to show how much psychological trauma the previous visit left on Mr. Dursley.

"I personally think that asking guests to stand outside the door is very impolite..."

Angel moved aside and stood beside Dumbledore, looking directly at Mr. Dursley.

He was tall enough to look at Mr. Dursley at eye level, or even slightly above him:

......

"Of course, if they are uninvited guests, letting them stand at the door will only put you in greater danger..."