Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Anriel's face showed a speechless expression of "I knew it".

Rodolphus looked at Anriel's reaction and smiled again:

“Master, please rest assured… Even in the current Ministry of Magic, there are still some enlightened people who share the same ideas as us.

In many ways, your ideas are more realistic than confidentiality laws.

Because of this, even during these few years of dormancy, we will not be without progress..."

Anriel slumped in his chair and rolled his eyes.

When Rodolphus believed in him, he had almost browsed through Rodolphus's life.

This guy has never had any interests, let alone emotions, since he was young. In the end, if you let him do something he wants to do, isn't it still going to work?

What you call a hobby is collecting information for your future work?

Anriel was puzzled. Not to mention Regulus for now, how come this new brother was a workaholic?

Is he some kind of congenital capitalist saint?

No, no, strictly speaking, according to his birthplace, Anriel should be Austrian—he is a righteous anti-Jewish fighter, at the very least he should be called a national industrialist…

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......

"Okay, okay, do whatever you want - I want to enjoy my personal life first..."

Although Anriel said to relax, he slowly sat up and turned to Rodolphus:

"Wormtail has already escaped, most likely to Albania, but I have made some changes to Voldemort's resurrection method... Maybe it will have a limiting effect, maybe not.

In addition, this year the UK has also applied to host the Quidditch World Cup, which will probably be held in August... huh?

They are also planning to restore the Tri-Wizard Tournament, which is a major event for three schools and three countries.

Besides, you know, I’m in fifth grade…”

Anriel's tone was unkind...

Rodolphus's expression became visibly solemn.

Then Anriel continued:

"I'm going to lower myself to take the damn OWLs exam!"

Anriel seemed to be laughing, but it was just a sneer.

Rodolphus smiled.

Anriel counted the major events that would happen this year one by one, and Rodolphus listened quietly beside him.

When he finished counting, Anriel turned his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the blazing fire.

"You know, even if Voldemort is truly resurrected, and sees that the people gathered under the Dark Mark are a bunch of useless trash..."

He always had a faint smile on his face.

"What kind of expression would that be?"

Rodolphus curled his lips and replied softly:

"He'll be fine—

Because he had no choice.”

......

Isn't this also the reason why Rodolphus surrendered and chose to be loyal to Anriel?

Anriel could easily calculate everything as if he had foreseen it, or in Rodolphus's eyes, he himself possessed the characteristics of a prophet.

In short, it seemed that in Rodolphus's eyes, Anriel could always deal with those "powerful enemies" in the eyes of the world with a contemptuous and indifferent attitude, and block the enemy's retreat routes without knowing it...

How to be an enemy of such a person?

What should I do to be worthy of being his enemy?

That's why Anriel didn't go to Legilimency Rodolphus now.

Otherwise he would definitely say...

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Demiurge, start!

Let Rodolphus become the butler and serve this seemingly lazy boy, but he will not feel that he has lowered his status in the slightest...

I wonder if it was Merlin's ring that made Rodolphus like this... or was Anriel's personality so strong?

Or is it...his ethereal destiny from another world...meant him to become a king?

After Rodolphus finished speaking, he nodded slightly, retreated into the darkness and disappeared, leaving Anriel alone by the fireplace where sparks occasionally jumped up, thinking about something.

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A few days later, Hogwarts.

Anriel sat on the chair that belonged to Dumbledore in the headmaster's office, and threw a ball of "The Daily Prophet" accurately into the blazing fireplace fire.

On the curled up paper that turned to ashes, one could still vaguely make out a moving picture.

The man above has a bald head and shifty eyes. When people see him for the first time, they will think that he is cunning and cowardly, just like a rat living in the gutter.

This is the interview Rita Skeeter wrote after the Ministry of Magic press conference.

In fact, there was a back page on this copy of the Daily Prophet, but it was wrapped in the paper ball when Anriel crumpled it up and could not be seen.

There were also photos on the back of the newspaper, but they were no longer of wanted criminals or former wanted criminals, but of several brooms flying around with people sitting on them.

"It seems that the Ministry of Magic is in urgent need of something big that can restore some of their reputation..."

Anriel muttered to himself.

Hosting the Quidditch World Cup is indeed such a major event. It can promote friendly cooperation and exchanges in the international wizarding world, and allow people from all countries and ethnic groups to...

Forget it, stop talking about useless things.

Anriel himself didn't believe this.

As long as there is no trouble at the World Cup, the prestige of the Ministry of Magic can still be restored to some extent.

What a pity, what a pity...

Anriel, who knew the plot well, just wanted to laugh.

However, although there may be certain dangers in the World Cup, one thing is for sure, the joke of the Ministry of Magic must be watched.

What's more, those so-called "dangers" are really a bit lame in front of Anriel...

He still wanted to take Luna and his father-in-law to watch the game.

The three parchment tickets on the table undoubtedly confirmed this.

Dumbledore was away on other business today - even Anriel hadn't seen him every day this month.

The Triwizard Tournament is also scheduled to resume this year, so Dumbledore, as one of the three school headmasters and the host headmaster of this tournament, will definitely be very busy this month.

There's another mountain of paperwork.

Anriel snapped his fingers, and a feather pen jumped out of the ink bottle by itself, stood on the table, and began to review a document with a rustling sound.

Anriel himself was staring at the ceiling in a daze, calling it emptying his mind.

In fact, his face was full of despair.

you ask why?

I miss my wife.

I really want the little angel to jump into my arms and act like a spoiled child right now...

This year has been particularly busy...

Therefore, Anriel has not been with Luna for a whole July.

What pain and torture!

But fortunately, according to the arrangement, it will probably be over today.

because……

The flames in the fireplace suddenly turned green and suddenly jumped up more than one meter high.

A figure with white hair and a long white beard gradually became clearer in the swirling flames...

Anriel retracted his dull gaze towards the ceiling and tilted his head slightly to look at Dumbledore:

......

"You are back, sir. Good morning."