Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"Good morning, kid. Seeing you come so early to help me with these chores really makes me feel relieved and sorry..."

Dumbledore smiled and said apologetically.

Andriel could see that Dumbledore was genuinely sorry—he was truly sorry for causing Andriel trouble.

"It's okay, sir. I understand. If the Tri-Power Cup, which has been suspended for so many years, is to be resumed this year, it is normal to have so many things to do. On the contrary, sir, you should not be too tired."

Dumbledore had turned to the coat rack, hung up his traveling cloak, and then came to Anriel.

The latter simply turned around and looked at him and asked:

"But I still have the same question, sir...

Can you really guarantee that some Durmstrang students...will not rush up to fight me to the death after hearing my full name?"

Anriel said in a mocking and sarcastic tone:

"Of course, I promise you that I will not lose...they will be the ones who die."

Dumbledore sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, but more of it was determination:

“And my answer is the same, my child.

I will do my best to prevent that from happening.”

Anriel stood up and made room for Dumbledore, raising his eyebrows slightly:

"I hope so—come, let's take a look at this."

He pointed to a piece of parchment on the table:

"This is not good news... If the situation I just described really happens, the Department of Magical International Cooperation will be furious... like a cat that has been stabbed with a stick in its sleep."

Dumbledore sighed helplessly -

The document on the desk...is the list of members of the visiting delegation that Durmstrang is likely to send.

And for some generally inspiring reasons, the guys who lost their loved ones to Grindelwald's atrocities in the past are now very good...

For example, Viktor Krum, a Quidditch star in the world.

And excellence is exactly why they were selected into the mission.

At least half of the Durmstrang team, if not 80% or 90%, have a deep hatred for Grindelwald.

And most likely it's revenge for the murder of one's father or mother.

Who knows...

The terror that Grindelwald brought over the years is beyond the reach of even a hundred Voldemorts.

The only reason why the latter is more notorious in the UK is that Grindelwald has never allowed his forces to set foot in the UK.

I don't know if it was out of consideration for my old lover's face, or for some other reason...

But if that happens, other countries will suffer, right?

For example, Bulgaria...

However, Anriel also knew that there was no point in being anxious about this matter, and he could only let nature take its course and let it develop.

So he changed the subject and talked to Dumbledore about the Quidditch World Cup:

"So, sir, I mean, you're really not going to watch the Quidditch World Cup?"

Anriel looked at the three tickets on the table. Even if there were only three now, with Dumbledore's ability, it would be easy to get the fourth one.

"There are still Horcruxes scattered out there that may or may not exist... No one has a clue."

"Ah, I think so... I won't go. I've been very busy lately. And as I remember, you don't really like this sport."

Dumbledore avoided the main point, as if he had not heard Anriel's last words, and threw the question back. While correcting the documents flawlessly with his hands, he teased Anriel.

Anriel laughed twice:

"Yes, I'm not very good with a broom - or it would be more accurate to say I know nothing about it."

He said slowly.

"But since Luna wants to go... then I'll go."

"uh-huh?"

Dumbledore hummed briskly from his nose, with a hint of amusement in his voice, and there was no sign at all that he was an old man over a hundred years old.

"Oh, we all have to accommodate each other... It turns out that Luna doesn't really like attending the dance."

Anriel whistled twice and walked to the window as he spoke. He basked in the bright sunshine, squinted his eyes lazily, and stretched.

"Whatever, just have fun."

Dumbledore shrugged, indicating that he was beginning to not understand the way young people played games nowadays.

As soon as Anriel saw Dumbledore's expression, he knew what the old man was thinking.

He could only roll his eyes speechlessly.

"Alright, let's have fun."

Anriel walked to the table, grabbed three tickets on the table, and waved with his back turned.

A few seconds later, there was a slight sound, and a goshawk cried out, then gradually flew over the mountains and lakes, turned into a small black dot, and disappeared into the distant skyline.

The rustling sound of the quill pen hitting the paper stopped at some point.

Dumbledore turned his head slightly and stared at the place where Anriel disappeared.

His slender fingertips tapped on the table again and again.

On his face was a complex expression of love, worry and exhaustion...

"Lestrange..."

......

He learned about another prison break in Azkaban, or rather, this time it should be called a prison break.

But Dumbledore had no evidence, and he didn't know who did it.

Can……

Intuition told him...

It's Anriel.

Dumbledore didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing...

......

Anriel soared in the air, looking down with a pair of sharp eagle eyes, searching for the strange-shaped house of Lovegood's family.

That thing... looks like a crooked castle, and the overall look makes people worry about the mental state of its builders and residents.

Living in the Weasleys' house, people were concerned for their safety;

People living in the Lovegood family are concerned about their mental state...

But it is undeniable that they are all very talented - in the eyes of people who know what they are doing, this is probably another kind of talent, right?

After all, since Cadmus, the ancestor of the Lovegood family, most of the descendants of this branch of Peverell are crazy...

"Ah, I found it."

Anriel swooped down.

But the next second, a huge black monster rushed up from the Lovegood family's garden and headed straight for Anriel in the sky.

This thing looks like a cross between a black skeleton horse and a flying wolf beast.

His head and torso were black, bony horse heads and bodies, but his mouth, limbs, and tail were all like those of a wolf, with sharp teeth and claws that could easily tear prey apart, and a large, rough tail that hung down.

It has a pair of black bone wings covered with a membrane that is harder than steel...

It's the Nightmare.