Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

This leg... seems to be a little bit wrong...

Although it seemed that there was nothing wrong, the leg that was burned off was also "safe and sound" and did not spurt out blood as if it had been cut off... everything seemed normal.

But Anriel always felt that he saw a little reflection.

It's the kind of reflection of metal...

He didn't think he was seeing things.

"Hey... Does this count as me hunting geese all year round, but today I got pecked in the eye by a goose?"

Anriel laughed. This was the reaction that one would have when someone set a trick on him in the place he should be most familiar with.

"Forget it, let's wait and see."

Anriel controlled the Hornet and fell slightly behind, and was not chasing as closely as before.

After the two warriors of Beauxbatons left the stage, Carmen seemed to feel a little bored, so she stopped showing off and took the golden egg at an astonishing speed.

Or rather, the audience didn't react.

Ordinary people cannot fully understand what this speed of obtaining golden eggs means.

They might just think - WC, this guy is so fucking awesome.

Only a small number of people would realize what the contrast between Carmen's current speed and his previous performance meant.

Not only did he hide his incompetence, he hid it very deeply.

This is very scary.

If you say that this guy is competing with ordinary people, it is understandable that he hides so many things.

The problem is that everyone except Harry is the elite of each school, and there is even a buggy referee...

Under such competition conditions, he can still hide his weakness...

Isn't that a bit too much?

Fortunately, only a very small number of people have realized this, including a group of veteran Hogwarts professors headed by Dumbledore and a small number of students.

Amid cheers from the crowd, Carmen, with one leg missing, hopped off the field holding the dragon egg under her armpit.

Anriel also slipped down from the small platform.

Anriel was able to see him before his classmates from Durmstrang joined Carmen.

......

"You performed very well."

Carmen heard the playful voice behind her and smiled helplessly:

"It's not good enough - in the end, it was still a mistake..."

He just moved the half of his thigh that was burned and stuck out his tongue helplessly.

"Don't play dumb, you know what I'm talking about..."

Anriel reached out and pinched the burn wound.

Carmen cooperated very well and showed a painful expression.

"I've already pinched you, and you're still pretending?"

Anriel was happy.

"Um... let's talk about it later, let's talk about it later... Look, my schoolmates are here, ahahaha..."

Carmen pulled back her broken leg awkwardly and smiled apologetically.

"That's fine, we'll talk about it later... You go be the hero of your school first, I still have one last match to referee..."

Anriel didn't make it difficult for him and let go. Then, as if he had thought of something, he paused and asked:

"By the way, which one do you think will win, Beauxbatons or Hogwarts?"

Carmen was stunned by these words and looked embarrassed.

"Brother, there's no need to ask this..."

"Okay, no need to say more, I understand."

Anriel waved his hand.

He had heard what he wanted to hear...

That was the name Carmen subconsciously called him when she was surprised.

It seems that my guess was correct.

Anriel couldn't help but smile... To use a more classical and elegant word, this should be called -

This is a good general, I deserve to get him.

After taking a deep look at Carmen, Anriel flicked his clothes and disappeared from Carmen's sight.

Carmen remained silent, wondering what she was thinking.

......

This third game…hey, guess what.

Hogwarts, Harry Potter, vs. Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour.

No wonder Carmen looked embarrassed by Anriel's question without even having to guess.

Waiting online, the boss asked a NT question, but I can't refuse him, how should I respond?

In this game, everyone knows who will win.

No, wait a moment...

Oh, Anriel is not human.

So he felt that Harry could win.

you ask why?

Of course it’s not because of the prophet’s bloodline…

Did you see the previous game, did Crouch Jr. take action?

Anriel felt that Crouch Jr. was going to exert his strength in this round.

This was mainly because two rounds of competition had already been completed, and the first rounds of the three academies had all ended.

Among them, Durmstrang had Carmen, who broke the record, and Beauxbatons was the fastest of the three groups to finish the first game...only Hogwarts seemed to have nothing.

Oh, here's a joke -

The broom that our side summoned with the Flying Spell was snatched away by the opponent's warrior and was broken into pieces.

Anyway, according to this trend, as long as Harry loses the last game, the final score of Hogwarts in the first round will undoubtedly be the lowest.

This is obviously something that Crouch Jr. doesn't want to see.

So Harry must win this round, and win unexpectedly and noticeably.

This is not easy to deal with...

As usual, Anriel checked the condition of the Hornet, and after confirming that it was correct, he made an OK gesture to Bagman.

Anriel turned to Fleur again.

Surprisingly, Furong shook her head, indicating that she didn't need any rest time.

Thinking a little darker, she might have seen Harry's arm, which was bandaged and cast, and was now obviously recovering.

"Okay then, as you wish."

Anriel bowed slightly.

A dragon roars, and the game begins...

......

I think everyone should know...

High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods.

Superb winning skills...

Often there is just no skill.

As the saying goes, great skill is not good, and a heavy sword has no edge...

The so-called simplicity is the truth.

Harry took out a bottle of something from his arms and drank it with gritted teeth.

Anriel clearly saw the astonished expression on Snape's face diagonally opposite him.

Snape: Oh no, the office was robbed again.

I told you to put the rare medicinal materials in the office storage cabinet instead of the safe, you deserve it (laughs).

Anriel had seen Harry's expression when he took the Polyjuice Potion, so this thing should not be the Polyjuice Potion.

But judging from his current condition, this thing probably doesn't taste good.

Anriel was in no hurry to send the Hornet out to attack—

Now there is only one champion in each house, and if the Hornet attacks it will greatly disrupt the game balance.

He simply narrowed his eyes and began to scan the entire stand...

The fake Moody looked happy, so he must be the mastermind behind all this.

However, it is impossible for Moody to give the potion to Harry in his capacity. There must be a transit point...

Anriel slowly looked for...

Then, he saw two guys with excited faces.