Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“What a surprise.”

Anriel was sitting on the windowsill, and there was no one else in the classroom except him and Harry.

"Who gave you the idea? Granger?"

Harry shook his head.

His inner voice told Anriel that he was not lying.

Harry really came to Anriel for help for his own sake.

This doesn't really fit with his character...

"Why do you want to win so badly all of a sudden?"

Anriel asked casually, although he didn't expect Harry to answer him directly.

However, surprisingly, Harry actually said it, and his tone seemed very firm:

"For Ron and Hermione...I want to defeat Krum in the final."

Anriel frowned slightly.

Although he knew that Harry was still brooding over the Firebolt that was burned by Krum in the first round, that was just a small grudge and it was definitely not worth it for Harry to risk his life to win the third round.

It seems that I underestimated how much Harry cared about these two friends...

friend……

Anriel seems to have no friends.

If Luna wasn't counted, he really had no friends.

Because no one of his age is qualified to have an equal conversation with him.

Perhaps Regulus could be counted, but he had been turned into a subordinate rather than a friend by Anriel.

People like Harry have indeed kept Ron and Hermione in their hearts and truly want to maintain this friendship.

Plus some prejudice against Krum...

Anriel thought a lot in a short period of time.

Harry looked at Angel in a daze and did not dare to disturb him. He could only remain silent without saying a word.

After a moment, Anriel suddenly chuckled, which scared Harry.

Harry only saw the referee of the finals curl his lips slightly:

"You want to win, right?"

Harry nodded hastily.

"But what price can you pay?"

Anriel's heterochromatic eyes stared at Harry, who was stunned.

I only heard Anriel say slowly:

"Cheating is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament... but that usually refers to the headmaster leaking questions to the school's champions.

Mr. Carmen from Durmstrang and I have a good personal relationship, and I can definitely help him win the finals. After all, he scored higher in the first few rounds, so it will be easier for him to win the finals."

"I...I can not win..."

Before Harry could finish his words, he was interrupted by Angel:

"Please allow me to explain this more clearly. If you want to defeat Krum, there are only two possibilities:

First, you win the championship and get the Triwizard Tournament trophy before everyone else.

The second is that you defeated Krum openly and one-on-one in my live broadcast.

I think you should be very clear... As for the second point, no matter what kind of cheating method I give, it is absolutely impossible."

This is exactly what is giving Crouch a headache.

Harry's own strength is too poor, or in other words, this is an unfair competition.

When Harry comes of age, his magical abilities may not be weaker than those of the other five warriors.

But now, whether it is knowledge reserves, mentality, endurance... he is still far behind.

In order to let Harry defeat Krum fairly, Anriel could not think of any other way except using the Imperius Curse and turning Harry into a puppet.

Harry blinked and understood what Anriel meant.

His face turned red, probably because he was ashamed.

"Of course, even if you can't come up with anything, I can still let you win."

Anriel suddenly changed the subject and narrowed his eyes:

"However, in this case, I cannot guarantee whether your physical and mental condition will be good after you win..."

Harry was somehow reminded of the promise the guy in front of him made to them before the first round of the Dragon Tournament:

"I promise your lives will not be in danger."

Then, two were severely disabled, one lost a leg, and the other had second-degree burns and a broken arm.

Ok……

There is indeed no danger to life.

Except for life, everything else is dangerous...

So Anriel's warning can basically be understood as:

"I promise that you will be the first to win the Triwizard Tournament trophy even though you are missing limbs and suffering a severe psychological blow."

After thinking about it, Harry gritted his teeth:

"I accept!"

Anriel knocked Harry on the head:

"I just said it's possible, I didn't say you will definitely win - go back and practice the Cutting Spell and the Compass Spell."

After saying that, Anriel turned around and left the classroom without even looking at Harry.

"Is this... done?"

Harry was alone in the empty classroom, feeling lost.

......

"After all, old man, friends... only appear among their own kind, right?"

Anriel looked up at the curved ceiling of the Room of Requirement. There was no one in the room and he seemed to be talking to himself.

"If you mean the kind of relationship where you have fun interacting with each other, then that's right."

An old voice sounded, and the space twisted, as if someone was tampering with the rule set by the four giants of Hogwarts that "Apparition is not allowed within the school."

After a space distortion, Merlin scratched his head and appeared next to Anriel.

"I know what you're going to ask--

Arthur has no friends. When he was little, he was no different from a servant, so naturally he had no friends. And from the moment he pulled out the sword from the stone, he had no real friends. "

Merlin sighed, waved his dry palm, and stretched out a finger:

"First, the relationship between him and me is that of a teacher and a father, and also a monarch and a subject."

Merlin held up a second finger:

"Secondly, his knights regarded him as their king, but they only had a monarch-subject relationship. No one among the Twelve Knights of the Round Table could be friends with Arthur."

Merlin pronounced the last two words with a strong tone.

Then he held up a third finger:

"Third, in the eyes of other people, if Wang has friends, there will be problems."

Anriel raised his eyes:

"why?"

Merlin smiled but said nothing. For the first time, Anriel felt the emotion of "regret" from this old man.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Just figure it out yourself."

Merlin chuckled and asked:

"You called me back today, isn't it just for this matter?"

Anriel nodded and raised his hand to rub his brow:

"I would like to ask you to go to France and help my subordinate catch up with the progress."

After a pause, Anriel spoke and explained the reason...

"The one developing in Germany has already reached 97% public support..."