Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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In the blink of an eye, a week had passed and the placement of Norbert had been finalized.

When Anriel saw the trio in the auditorium on Saturday, each of them looked very worried.

Harry was thinking about the evening, Hermione was thinking about the final exam, and Ron...

He was looking at his bitten finger with horror, and even if he wrapped it like a sausage, it couldn't relieve the pain even a little.

Ron was not in the hospital, and Anriel didn't know whether Malfoy would come out late at night to exchange one for three like in the original book.

After all, he had no idea that Harry Potter and his friends would sneak out in the middle of the night today.

However, there is one thing that Anriel is very sure of:

That is, today is his night patrol...

Hey, little bastards, you better hide well for me (bushi)!

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Anriel raised the shiny silver knife in his hand. Through the back of the knife, he could clearly see three heads whispering together on the table behind him...

Gryffindor will definitely get 150 points deducted today, and no one can stop it!

Mag said.

Why are you looking at me? It’s McGrady’s fault. It has nothing to do with me (laughs).

But, we all know that there are unexpected events.

No one knows what will happen in the next moment of life, just like Bibi Every Flavour Beans...

God knows if it's earwax or toffee.

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That night.

The wind was so strong that it made the glass on the tower crackle.

Just like the environment of evil plots in all fairy tales, the moon is dark and the wind is strong, and it is eerie and terrifying...

Anriel was holding an antique lantern with a bright blue flame burning in it.

At this moment, he was looking for the movements of Harry Potter and his friends with great interest.

It's like a perverted hunter playing with his prey.

He escaped, he chased, he flew away with wings, he chased desperately (cross out the whole sentence).

......

Anriel walked a long way, about the distance from the tower to the trophy display room, but it seemed to have crossed more than a few floors...

He finally realized that this night was not simple:

It was so quiet! So quiet that any slight noise would be heard by Anriel.

The sound of the wind, the gentle sound of leaves falling to the ground, the subtle shaking of the window frame, the sound of insects...

And Peeves...

None!

There was only the sound of Anriel's shoes on the stairs and his own breathing...

OK OK, bone conduction is not deceiving me (?)

Perhaps it was intuition, or perhaps Anriel suddenly realized that he shouldn't worry about a few college points at this time, as there were more important things waiting for him to solve.

The lantern was thrown into the air by Anriel and then stopped in the air, floating beside him.

He was like a gust of black wind, blowing towards the abandoned corridor on the fourth floor guarded by Fluffy, the only passage leading to the Philosopher's Stone.

Now that the silent spell covering most of the school has taken effect, Anriel has no time to care about Filch and Harry Potter. Quirrell/Voldemort is probably in the basement at this moment.

There is still a small chance that they will run into Voldemort head-on...

It was not until Anriel got close to the corridor that he heard the faint barking of the three-headed dog. Even the silencing spell could not completely cover it up. It was conceivable that even if Quirrell/Voldemort had already figured out how to get through it, he did not choose the "normal and safe" way to enter the trapdoor.

He ran out of time.

The longer it takes, the smaller the chances of Voldemort getting the Philosopher's Stone.

In fact, there is another reason -

Anriel's existence has truly made Voldemort feel threatened:

This crisis is not a fear of Anriel.

"Fear" is something that could never appear in Voldemort's barren emotional system.

Voldemort simply calmly compared his current state of dying and half-dead with the healthy and vigorous Dumbledore and his offspring who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and should not be underestimated...

Obviously, no matter how arrogant Riddle was, he had to admit that this was a very unfavorable situation for him.

There is nothing shameful in following your heart, but it is foolish to rush in.

So, he forced Quirrell to come and try to take the Philosopher's Stone tonight -

Even though he didn't understand how to pass all the professor's levels.

Of course, this also includes Anriel's...

An ominous premonition hung over Anriel's heart. He had no doubt that he and Dumbledore had made Voldemort feel a sense of urgency.

A sense of irritation arose for no reason, and a thick, dazzling, and frightening red light flashed across, and the light beam as thick as a bucket poured down on the big dog.

The huge three-headed dog fell to the ground with a loud bang, saliva flowing from the corners of its mouth, and its life or death was unknown.

There was a loud bang, and pieces of wood flew out of the trapdoor.

Before jumping down the hole, Anriel noticed that there were several pieces of clothing hooked between the giant dog's claws, with dark red blood stains on them.

This means that Voldemort, the dark wizard who brought years of "white terror" to Britain...

Anxious.

Ha ha.

He chose the most impulsive, arrogant, and helpless approach:

Break through by force.

He no longer cared about the life of this slave body he was in...

He should have gone to the Forbidden Forest first to hunt some unicorns.

The reason for Anriel's irritability was also found:

When you have high expectations for your enemy, he suddenly disgusts you by showing off his low-level skills, making you suddenly feel ashamed to be an enemy of such a person. Not long ago, you were still excited for the upcoming battle...

The welding-like light not only dispersed the Devil's Snare, but also directly burned some unlucky parts into charcoal, which was then reduced to ashes by the wind that poured in from the hole in the ceiling.

A winding and fresh trail of blood stretched to the "key room". The wooden door was already open. Inside the door was a mess, with ice chips and keys all over the floor. It seemed that the wooden door had been roughly damaged, but it was finally opened by the key...

It seemed that a large-scale multiple freezing spell was used directly. For Quirrell now, exhaustion and lack of magic power were almost inevitable.

It is not entirely true to say that Quirrell lacks magical powers. Quirrell himself has quite a bit of magical power, but he just has to supply it to Voldemort who is stuck on the back of his head.

All this is announcing that the patience of the people ahead has run out and reached bottom.

Anriel turned the key in the door without even removing it, and walked straight forward.

The "chess room" was in a mess. Quirrell destroyed the entire white chess camp and achieved his goal of passing through.

The White King was blown to pieces, and the Queen and the Rook were split into several pieces by some unknown spell and scattered on the ground. The debris and rocks on the ground seemed to protest against the challenger for forcing his way through this level with violence rather than intelligence.

Next room...

Anriel snorted coldly and glanced at the giant monster that Quirrell had arranged. Now this thing had already skipped the step of coma and was directly called down by the god of death to eat a midnight snack:

The ugly and ferocious face was forever frozen on its small and stupid head, and the white eyes made Anriel feel nauseous.

As for the Potions Master's test...

Anriel closed his eyes and walked straight through the two meaningless walls of fire.

Quirrell did the same.

The flames licked his body, but were too weak to cause any harm to Anriel. Only his school uniform turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind within a few breaths.

Fortunately, Anriel was wearing a fire dragon skin soft armor inside...

There was a person standing in the room.

However, unlike the greedy and ambitious Quirrell that Harry Potter had seen, the guy in front of Anriel was dishevelled, with burnt spots and dried blood all over his torn robes, a long turban scattered on the ground, and on the back of his head was Voldemort's ugly and angry face.

As for Quirrell himself, Anriel saw in the mirror an expression that was a perfect blend of regret, astonishment, pain, and horror.

This stupid guy finally realized that Voldemort didn't care about his life or death, and that he was not his master's savior. He was just a piece of trash that could be discarded at any time and had some use value before.

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