Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"My own little party..."

Luna felt that Anriel had something else in mind.

Anriel just laughed and didn't explain anything further.

I saw him waving his hands in the air, as if he had split a door in the air.

There was a gray, hazy mist inside the portal, and it was unknown where it led to.

Anriel gently took Luna's hand and walked in.

After a few minutes, maybe just a few seconds.

In short, when the door opened again and the two stepped out, they appeared at the edge of a large desolate swamp.

"Wow, this is a really novel experience."

Luna seemed to be unsatisfied.

Anriel almost laughed out loud—

This is traveling through the world of death, and only with him, the Lord of the Resurrection Stone, leading the way can one avoid being corroded by death.

This isn't some amusement park entertainment.

The two wizards saw Anriel and Luna suddenly appear, and walked towards them with parchment and quills in their hands.

"Is it registered?"

"not yet."

Anriel replied with a smile.

"Excuse me, what time is it now?"

The wizard who didn't have a quill took a look at the gold watch in his arms:

"Five o'clock. Five and three to be exact."

"Oh, it seems we are a little early..."

Anriel nodded.

"Then please help us find a campsite first."

"Okay, last name?"

"…Dumbledore."

Anriel thought for half a second and realized that it would be impossible to get a ticket to the top box with Lovegood's last name.

As expected, as soon as his last name came out, the wizard in charge of the inspection - Anriel remembered that his name was Basil - raised his eyebrows and carefully searched through the notebook in his hand.

"Oh... ah, yes, Dumbledore..."

He nodded continuously, and finally his eyes stopped on one of the lines.

"West side, a quarter mile, first camp, third household."

"Ah, thanks."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do..."

The wizard named Basil shuddered for some reason.

Anriel thought he was just too tired from working the late night shift.

Another half a minute later, Basil saw that Anriel had no intention of leaving, so he glanced at him curiously.

"Wait someone."

Anriel was brief and to the point.

Basil suddenly understood.

The space next to them suddenly twisted, and a group of people turned in circles, from small to large, and suddenly appeared in the open space next to them.

Three adult men with a group of children.

It was the Weasleys, the Diggorys and Sirius Black... with Harry.

Although it was not a good thing, it had to be admitted that Sirius Black had the sharpest perception among this group of people.

He immediately recovered from the slight dizziness caused by the portkey transmission, and then saw Anriel standing beside him with a smile on his face.

Sirius's face didn't look very good.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that the child had a faint sense of disgust towards him.

But now that everything is basically normal and Sirius has obtained custody of Harry, his attitude towards Angel is definitely tolerant.

After all, people are good at compromise.

What was even more outrageous was that Anriel smiled and nodded to Sirius.

Although there was no blood pressure monitor, the increase in Sirius' blood pressure was visible to the naked eye.

happy.

"Good morning, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Diggory."

Seeing Sirius like this, Anriel didn't continue teasing him, but turned to the other two adult men and greeted them.

Mr. Weasley replied, but Mr. Diggory did not know Anriel.

"Arthur, who is this?"

"Ah, Amos—this is Anriel..."

Mr. Weasley was suddenly stuck because he didn't know how to introduce Angel.

However, Anriel himself took over the conversation:

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Diggory. My name is Andriel, Andriel Dumbledore."

"Ahaha! Ah! Dumbledore!"

Anriel frowned - he felt that Mr. Diggory was a little mentally ill.

But Mr. Diggory's next words convinced Ariel that this was indeed him:

"What a handsome fellow—a very fine young man...he will surely be as great as our Thad!"

The words fell to the ground.

Cedric's face flushed.

Luna, who had been listening quietly, suddenly looked at Anriel with concern.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a dangerous arc...

I only heard Anriel say with a fake smile:

"Mr. Diggory...please don't ruin the good impression your son has made on me, okay?"

As a father, Amos Diggory was everything...

I just love my son a little too much.

This sometimes makes him a little confused.

Not only does he often embarrass others, but he also embarrasses his own kind-hearted son.

"Ah--um, Amos, let's go find the campsite, huh?"

Mr. Weasley, who was a little slower, also realized something...

Amos was a little too arrogant.

Everyone knows that your son is the best in your eyes, but everyone also knows that it is not the fact, but your wishful fantasy.

It's fine if he brags in front of us...

The person I met this time is a real genius, right?

Fortunately, Anriel only warned Mr. Diggory and had no intention of dragging the issue further. With Mr. Weasley's mediation, the group soon went to their own camps.

......

In Anriel's camp, Luna looked at a castle-like tent rising from the ground, feeling a little confused.

Because according to her feeling, the look Anriel gave Mr. Diggory just now was full of...

mercy.

That's right, it's compassion, not anger and coldness.

"Want to know why?"

Anriel dotted the details in the tent, without turning back, and asked Luna directly.

Luna smiled.

You still have the nerve to say that I can read your thoughts -

Now it seems that it is easy for you to understand my thoughts, isn't it?

"think."

Luna followed Anriel into the tent.

The tent was full of life, and seemed to be filled with magical animals that seemed real and unreal.

Anriel was leaning against a shelf, fiddling with a large, colorful bird standing on his finger.

"Because his son will die this year."

"what……"

Mr. Diggory's proud son... Cedric Diggory...

Will I die this year?

Luna didn't ask Anriel how he knew it. She believed that as long as Anriel told her about it, he must have his reasons.

"I can save him, or I can choose not to save him."

Anriel continued to fiddle with the big bird's beak with his fingers.

The big bird stiffened its neck and bit Anriel's finger.

No bite.

Anriel chuckled and continued:

"As for Cedric himself, I hope he continues to live, because he is kind, loyal, upright, and brave...

He possesses almost all the qualities that a proper Hufflepuff should possess."

Anriel snapped his fingers, and the big bird turned into a butterfly with flapping wings before it could even make a sound.

"But his father doesn't seem to have it."

Anriel snorted and let the butterfly fly away.

"Should I still save him?"

Luna knew that this was not just a question and answer, he was really asking for her opinion.

As long as he said "save", Cedric Diggory would never die.

Once I say "no help"...

Even if there were no accidents this year, Cedric would still die.

This feeling of holding the power of life and death over others...

It didn't make Luna feel bad.