Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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As his thoughts gradually wandered, Anriel began to miss those advanced and convenient tools.

Maybe I can cause a technological revolution or something?

The sky gradually darkened, and there was a loud thunder outside, followed by heavy rain.

This is indeed not uncommon in the UK.

Could it be the work of a wizard?

No, it won't. The Statute of Magical Secrecy should still be somewhat binding.

However, Anriel's strange idea did not seem to stop because of the Magical Secrecy Statute...

By the way, there doesn't seem to be such a thing as an elemental mage in this world. There also doesn't seem to be any handsome uncle mage who can make elements fly around with a wave of his staff.

Ah, I can't guarantee it. What if Old Deng really can do it?

Ishtar in the white robe... Sorry, I'm out of place.

From this perspective, there are no Necromancers, only Inferi, which seems to be very limited.

Anriel decided that he would definitely give it a try if he had the chance in the future...

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So summer vacation began, Anriel thought.

But this did not affect his behavior of turning over and continuing to sleep.

For Anriel, this summer vacation, or last summer vacation, and all the vacations after that...

He does whatever he wants.

Who cares about him!

His legal guardian, Lady Bathilda Bagshot, was currently on a worldwide holiday. As the widely known author of A History of Magic, she knew more about Muggle ways than 99% of wizards and witches.

Therefore, as long as she deliberately hides it, there will be no trouble and no worries.

As for Anriel's current guardian:

Albus Percival Dumbledore, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, Knight Commander of the Order of Merlin, First Class, and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Most importantly, in terms of blood relationship, he is also Anriel, one of the only two direct relatives of Anriel Grindelwald's father who are still alive.

In short, thanks to this relationship, Anriel's position at Hogwarts might be a student or a teaching assistant, and in the mouths of the house-elves in the kitchen, he became a little gentleman, a little master, etc...

This guy with multiple identities is now curled up in his warm bed, intending to sleep until noon.

He had stayed up late yesterday as he was trying to create his own, unique spell.

This cannot be done in an empty classroom. Any unexpected incident may lead to some unpleasant consequences.

For example, explosions.

Obviously, whether going back to the staff room from the Room of Requirement or heading straight to Ravenclaw Tower, it is not a short distance.

However, Dumbledore didn't seem to have any objection to this. Let him stay in bed, the old man also had a few handy little spells that he invented himself, which was a good thing.

However, if Dumbledore knew what Anriel was researching, perhaps the old man would have to think about it carefully.

Anriel's needs turned this room into a large square box of fine iron, with only him and his opponent inside.

A sparring armor that is not only mobile, but also flexible.

This isn't the first, and apparently, it won't be the last...

"Ice-Age!"

Anriel grabbed in the air with his fingers, and fine ice crystals extended outward from his fingertips.

The temperature in the room suddenly plummeted, and countless ice cones condensed in mid-air. The sharp tips of the cones flashed a terrifying cold light, and thick layers of frost also formed on the sparring partner's armor, greatly reducing its forward speed.

Anriel waved his hand, and countless sharp ice cones turned the armor into a sieve in the blink of an eye.

"That's a bit too much, come on -"

"Roaring-Flame!"

The chilly environment disappeared in an instant, and a rolling heat wave hit us in the face.

The hot and ferocious flames licked the already tattered armor frantically. The red molten iron flowed to Anriel's feet, but it could not go any further after about a foot, and immediately solidified into a large lump of iron.

These elemental magics are undoubtedly powerful——

As long as Anriel has a clear understanding of the power of these spells in his mind, he can use magic to manifest them.

But... Anriel overlooked the most important and extremely fatal problem:

Consumption of physical strength, mana, or magic power.

Even if Albus Dumbledore, who is in his prime, were to cast the spell, unless he was replaced by Gandalf, even old Dumbledore could only sustain the consumption of about ten large spells.

After that, there are symptoms such as weakness, muscle soreness, fatigue caused by excessive consumption of brain energy, etc.

Only the inhuman Anriel can keep these spells going for a long time. No, it’s spells. These cannot be called complete spells.

As for the wand...

In fact, the magical talent of a wizard or witch can be expressed through almost anything, but the magic wand and spell are the most labor-saving and effective combination found by generations of people through personal experiments.

As for Anriel's devilish body...

To be honest, there is not much difference. Whether using a wand or some other magical object, or even casting spells with bare hands, Anriel has the magic power of a demon king...

A few hours later, Anriel appeared in the kitchen to get his breakfast, well, maybe it was brunch.

After eating, he would tinker with some new potions (poisons?), wander around the castle, and occasionally flap his wings to turn into a goshawk for some after-meal exercise.

This is a day in Anriel’s holiday. The itinerary is similar, but every day has different fun and is very leisurely.

What a stark contrast to Mr. Harry Potter.

This poor savior is probably busy doing unpaid work for the family he is staying with...

Harry Potter is only in his second year this year. In these 12 years, he has not gotten what he should have in this so-called home...

Including but not limited to, love.

Anriel was a hundred times luckier than him. If Harry Potter was an inspirational protagonist who worked hard and eventually grew up and defeated the devil, then Anriel was standing directly at his end point, a standard and elegant Long Aotian...

However, maybe Anriel is the final villain...

Anriel could clearly feel that since he entered school, Dumbledore's attention to him obviously exceeded that of the original little hero.

Perhaps, the old man has been too selfless most of his life, and in his later years, when his heart is the softest, he can finally be selfish for once;

Or perhaps, this great world-class wizard finally saw a way to defeat Voldemort head-on without requiring large-scale tragic sacrifices.

In short, no matter which one it is, it will benefit Anriel without any harm.

It was a sunny and beautiful day, the spring scenery was in full bloom, a dark shadow passed by the bottom of the lake, everything was so quiet and beautiful...

Anriel thought so as he faced the gentle breeze.

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4 Privet Drive, 11:58 pm.

Harry Potter was raising his head at this moment, looking at the old alarm clock on the bedside table, seeing that his birthday was approaching.

But there was no joy at all in his heart.

Because this place, which could barely be called "home", did not feel warm at all to him.

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Can this place really be called "home"?

He was not very clear, but he had never been as clear as he was today, that is, the castle that he could truly call "home" was thousands of miles away.

There are his family and friends, and everything incredible. Everyone there knows magic and won't treat him as a freak. And... there are many other things that are hard to explain.

Harry's eyes were fixed on the small glass of the alarm clock, and his thoughts had already flown away:

Come to think of it, everyone there seemed to know me, even though I was just an ordinary first-year Gryffindor boy.

His friend Ron told him that this was because of a "devil who must not even be named". It seemed that something else happened this year... but was dealt with by the seniors?

In the end, they still didn't understand the relationship between the stone and "Voldemort". A second-year Ravenclaw senior solved all the problems perfectly and won a great honor for their school.

However, although their efforts were in vain, fortunately no one was injured.

From what Professor Dumbledore said at the dinner and the shocked looks of the other students, Harry could probably guess that this was an extremely dangerous thing.

Gryffindor... Harry liked the atmosphere here, but last year they came in last place again. However, they were only a few dozen points behind the second-to-last Hufflepuff. Harry thought angrily that it must be Snape's fault. He always deducted completely unnecessary points from Gryffindor.

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but feel a little ashamed -

He just wanted to vent his self-blame on Snape. After all, Harry himself and his stupid friends had caused his college to lose 20 points...

However, Ron's twin brother comforted them, saying that this situation is very common and there is no need to blame themselves too much.

As he thought about it, Harry yawned involuntarily and buried his head in the pillow -

This is far less comfortable than the four-poster bed with the school emblem printed on it.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep...

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When he opened his eyes again, he could hear Aunt Petunia's voice outside the house urging him to get out of bed quickly, but the voice was unexpectedly loud and did not match her shrill voice.

He doesn't look like a wizard here at all, but more like a handyman or a servant.

Harry thought glumly, and his mood became even worse when he thought about the fact that his friends at school had not sent him any letters or even any news.

Of course, what he didn't know was that Dobby's evening visit would only make him feel worse...

Ha ha.

But, this kind of thing, maybe... I mean, maybe, will never happen again.

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That night, when the guy with a big face and thick neck like Harry's uncle, and his head and face covered with lard, came with his wife as a guest, an accident still happened...