Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

The blood light flickered, and the alchemical marks began to flash rhythmically, looking rather strange.

It’s just that the expression of the kid in the middle of the flashing mark is a bit out of place…

Indeed, Maskrey looked as if he had no faith at all.

"So, that's it?"

Anriel looked at Maskri carefully for a moment and asked uncertainly - after all, every profession has its own specialties, and this strange alchemy was not his forte.

"It's done."

Maskrey closed his eyes and felt it carefully. Although he didn't know what he was feeling, it seemed to be fine.

"After that, you can acquire the knowledge of the Clown family as the godfather of the Clown family... Of course, you cannot pass on even a single word to anyone other than the principal wife..."

At this point, Maskrey looked at Anriel suspiciously:

"You don't have a wife yet, do you?"

Anriel's eyes shifted...

The expression on Maskouri's face was a little stiff...

"You don't have a wife yet, right..."

Anriel glanced sideways and whistled, and then his kidneys were struck with a righteous blow by his godson.

It's not a big deal, just a joke.

Anriel didn't pay much attention to the angry kid.

After all, having multiple fathers for academic research is acceptable, but having multiple parents at the same time is a bit...

Without mentioning this, Anriel asked Maskrey:

"Do you have another name? Can't I call you by your sage name every day?"

Mascorie nodded:

"You can just call me by my initials, Matthew."

Anriel responded casually, indicating that he understood, and pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement.

The two walked out and went their separate ways.

Maskree needed to return to his "brother" Carmen, and Anriel... had nothing to do, but he couldn't just go to the Durmstrang ship and cause trouble.

So, except for not being able to go the same way as Mascorie, he can go anywhere.

that……

......

A few minutes later, in the Ravenclaw common room.

It should be lunch time now, and quite a number of Ravenclaw students are in the library.

Anriel only needs to close his eyes and sense the souls within the school, and he can quickly find the person he is looking for - no need for a live map.

(So ​​what is his purpose in holding this map... to make things difficult for Potter?)

Anriel soon found "the person he was looking for".

exist……

in the room.

In Anriel's room.

"咚咚-"

Anriel knocked on the door, then pushed it open and walked in.

"Good afternoon, what are you doing here my angel?"

Anriel looked at Luna leaning on the bed and asked curiously.

I don’t know if it’s because of the magic light or something else, but Luna’s face looks pale and listless, as if she’s sick.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Anriel sat down on the edge of the bed, habitually stretched out his hand and put it on Luna's forehead to feel the girl's body temperature.

……cold.

As cold as a piece of ice.

"This is not good..."

Anriel's medical knowledge is relatively limited and he is basically only good at treating external injuries.

He didn't know what happened to Luna.

"Andy, I'm fine... uh..."

Luna opened her mouth softly, as if she wanted to explain but didn't know how.

"I……"

She bit her lip and blinked her eyes... There seemed to be a hint of red in her blue eyes, like ink.

Anriel looked at Luna without saying a word.

Then, he suddenly leaned over and hugged Luna, leaving the girl no time to react...

Her heart was still beating strongly in her chest and her body still had the minimum normal human body temperature.

Anriel frowned from an angle that Luna couldn't see.

His suspicion just now was contradictory again.

The two hugged each other for a while until Luna laughed softly. Anriel's brows relaxed a little and he let go of Luna.

"Don't worry...nothing will go wrong..."

Luna leaned forward and kissed the corner of Anriel's lips lightly.

Anriel sighed softly:

"You know how much you mean to me."

After saying this, he put his hands on Luna's waist and gently laid her down on the bed, lying down next to her.

"I know... just like you are in my heart."

Luna sighed, her voice as ethereal as always.

"So...what are you doing? Is this some kind of experiment?"

Anriel turned to Luna. From this angle, at such a close distance, Luna's face was now completely sickly pale.

More than she had before...

Leaning towards a magical creature.

Her face was pale and her appearance was beautiful...

The body temperature is low, and the pupils are mixed with red...

But Luna was indeed alive - she was alive and well, and even her body temperature didn't drop at the same time.

This is not a characteristic that vampires should have.

That's why Anriel felt that he had guessed wrong.

Likewise, he didn't know why Luna had the characteristics of a vampire...

With her current abilities, Anriel didn't believe that any vampire or bat could bite Luna when she was completely off guard, unless she volunteered for the experiment.

This is simply not possible.

The original joy of gaining a new subordinate was mostly dissipated, and was replaced by worry and doubt.

"…Don't hurt yourself, promise me."

"Ah."

She nodded.

......

A few days later.

Maskerri pulled the bolt hard and carefully observed the sniper rifle in his hand, which was almost as tall as himself:

"Perhaps you are right... In a few years, the living space for wizards will become smaller and smaller."

He raised the gun and aimed at the target across the hundred-meter shooting range that had somehow extended out of the Room of Requirement.

"Even without the alchemical seal, this thing called a modern firearm can easily kill an unprepared wizard."

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, the decibel level comparable to a bomb explosion.

I saw a line of fire extending straight out of the muzzle, like a tracer bullet, rushing towards the target in the distance.

The problem is, this is not a tracer bullet.

That is firelight.

"boom!"

The target that was hit exploded immediately, and turned into carbon powder in a few breaths, disappearing from the sight of Anriel and Maskori.

Anriel smacked his lips.

As expected, professional matters should be left to professionals.

He is just a half-baked prodigy, and his alchemy skills are entirely inherited - but Grindelwald himself is not a master alchemist.

Look at those professional alchemists. They have only been on the job for a few days and their improved products are already ready for use.

Anriel's mass production of this kind of thing is purely a miracle of brute force, using magic power to push up the efficiency... Maskeri is really skilled!

In addition to this incident in the past few days, Anriel turned Maskre into his own apostle according to his own wishes and after repeatedly confirming his informed consent.

There are three people who enjoy this treatment now.

Regulus, Rodolphus, and Maskouri.

Many years later, when Anriel recalled this time, he would also sigh...

The boss and one of the team members actually decided on the team name without even discussing it with the other two.

"...You three will serve the dead from now on...

Maybe you could call it..."

Anriel looked at the gray mist swirling around Maskori and said calmly:

"Servant of the Dead."