Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Anriel lay comfortably on his side on a bed and glanced at Harry, whose face was pale.

Apparently, Mr. Potter prefers to travel on a broomstick—

This dangerous driving behavior of speeding through the busy traffic is still too advanced for someone who grew up in a Muggle family...

"Snapped!"

Anriel snapped his fingers and Harry looked at him.

"Now that you are a qualified child, you must have a lot of questions."

"Let me help you figure it out..."

Then, Anriel stated in a convincing tone that his trip was specifically to save Harry Potter from the dire straits and allow him to end his hellish summer vacation early.

The sincerity of his words and the genuineness of his emotions really gave the savior, who was already confused and not very smart, a good round of PUA.

Outstanding effect.

The guilt and gratitude on Harry's face was the best proof.

In other words, PUA is the most important offensive skill that one should master in the workplace.

The most important defensive skill to master is to admit your mistakes. Is this something you can say? (Strike out the whole sentence)

Okay, we’ve gone off topic.

......

"Anyway, that's about it."

Anriel yawned and spoke slowly:

"You, a heartless little thing, just disappeared when you were on holiday. I can't contact you no matter what...

God knows if you are dead or something."

Harry frowned. What Anriel said in a nonchalant tone was very unpleasant to hear. At least Harry felt very uncomfortable listening to it.

However... Anriel just solved a major incident last year that threatened the lives of everyone in the school, so he might have been affected...

Anriel narrowed his eyes slightly. He could not hide the emotional changes of the twelve-year-old boy in front of him at all, and he could roughly guess what Harry was thinking.

So he continued:

"But now that I've received your call, it proves that the worst has not happened yet...

Your good classmate, Ron Weasley, seems to care about your life very much - he sincerely invites you to stay at his home for a while."

Harry immediately forgot about Anriel's harsh words and cheered in his heart for being able to see his friends in advance.

Then something occurred to him.

"No... I'm not going... The Leaky Cauldron is great..."

This time it was Anriel's turn to frown.

After a brief recollection, Anriel understood:

It’s just that I didn’t write to you. It’s not that serious. Besides, I actually wrote it, but you just didn’t receive it.

It looks like I arrived too early and Dobby didn't have time to take out the letter?

"Hey... don't be stubborn. At least listen to how others want to explain..."

After saying this, Anriel stopped paying attention to Harry, raised his hand to pull down the brim of his travel hat, closed his eyes, and planned to take a nap.

Harry was a little confused when he saw this. After looking around, he found that there didn't seem to be many wizards and witches still awake in the car, so he simply found a bed for himself and went to sleep...

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"Ottery! Ottery-St. Catchpole!"

The voice of the conductor Stan sounded in his ears, and Anriel opened his eyes immediately the next second.

"Wake up, we're here."

There wasn't a trace of sleepiness on Anriel's face, nor was there any sign that he had just woken up.

But Harry was not so relaxed——

Apparently, he didn't really enjoy his first Knight Bus trip.

"Let's go and visit our red-haired friends."

In the early morning light, Anriel wrapped himself in his windbreaker and waved.

The heavy suitcase flew close to the ground, following Harry and Anriel as they walked towards a winding path outside the village.

In a remote wasteland in the distance, there was a pile of rocks.

Actually, it was a building.

Before, I had only imagined it from the description in the book, but today, Anriel finally saw the real thing:

"Tsk tsk..."

After sighing a few times, Anriel couldn't fully describe this room...

I can only say that it is worthy of being called a "humble residence".

......

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley. Have you received any letter from Dumbledore?"

Anriel stopped by the flower bed and asked the busy woman in the half-open window.

The plump, kindly woman looked up, opened her mouth in surprise, turned and disappeared behind the cupboard.

After a few seconds, she opened the door.

"Oh! Harry! I thought you wouldn't be here until ten o'clock! And Angel, thank you so much for troubling you..."

Anriel smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries. In fact, he was just thinking about whether he should stay to eat and watch the fight between Hellobikes...

Probably not? Never mind. With Mrs. Weasley's enthusiasm, she would definitely invite him to have breakfast.

Anriel waved his hand casually, and the box went steadily up the stairs to the second floor and placed itself in Ron's room.

"Merlin's beard..."

Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened, but when she thought of the rumors about Angel, she felt relieved and turned back to work on her iron pot.

Anriel looked around, and Harry also looked around curiously.

To be honest, this house has a, uh, kind of... wild beauty.

Anriel was a little worried about the landslide, but then he realized that his worry was unnecessary, otherwise the magical wall clock should always point to the words "life danger", but now the hands are almost all pointing to "home".

There was a sound of "thump thump thump" coming from the stairs. Soon, a red-haired, freckled boy in pajamas appeared on the stairs. He shouted:

"Harry!"

Harry saw that Ron, one of his two best friends, was inexplicably annoyed.

Oh, who said to write to me as soon as you have time at home after the holidays?

Could it be Neville? If that was the case, it would be easier to accept that he forgot to write to me...

Harry pursed his lips, glanced at Ron and lowered his head.

Ron was confused and didn't know what was going on. After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth and said what he originally wanted to say:

"Hey, man! That's not very kind of you! You didn't reply to my letter for such a long time!"

......

Ok?

reply?

Harry was stunned for a moment.

Ron had already run down the stairs, and was now chattering beside Angel and Harry about all the little things that had happened since the holiday -

I guess he must have written all these things in his letter.

Anriel couldn't help but laughed, but luckily neither of them heard it.

After Ron's rash speech, the two sides reached a friendly consensus after exchanging their information, put aside their past grudges, and became friends again, with a more stable and solid friendship.

Congratulations, congratulations (? ).

The two of them were excited to go upstairs to chat, and then...

He was shocked by Mrs. Weasley's lion roar and obediently helped to set the dishes.

Emmm... Sorry, only Ron was yelled at.

But Mrs. Weasley insisted on not letting Angel help, for some reason.

Obviously, apart from the food preparation described in the first rule of Ingamp's basic transformation law, Anriel could easily prepare things like plates, knives and forks.

Maybe it was to give the two naughty second-grade kids something to do?

Angel simply started chatting with Mrs. Weasley about family matters.

For a housewife in a family with many children, what she cares about are nothing more than the daily necessities and the children's study and life.

An Ruier, who was born in China in his previous life, naturally answered fluently -

Family education in China is divided into different schools and systems, so it is easy to use it to cope with the British school system.

How are the children's teachers? How is their life in school? How are their grades?

At this point, Anriel suddenly remembered that he was already a third-year student this year and should choose a few subjects that interested him.

Dumbledore gave him full autonomy to choose.

Why do you say that.

Because Anriel chose divination, ancient magic... and wand studies.

The choices of these three subjects are more explosive than the other.

Divination is the most normal one among them.

No one stipulated that if Anriel chose Divination, he had to learn from Trelawney——

The Grindelwald family has the blood of fortune tellers, and Grindelwald himself also has some divination skills, so it is enough for him to have a degree.

Ancient magic… is roughly divided into foreign magic such as the magic of Merlin’s time, the history of spells, and the black sand magic of ancient Egypt.

In the words of Dumbledore, it's not very kind to your hair.

Finally, Wandology...

We'll know then.

These courses are difficult, obscure, boring and unpopular.

Dumbledore didn't stop Andriel. He said that as long as Andriel wanted to learn, he could go ahead and learn.

In the days before leaving last year and during the holidays, Anriel shared his subject selection with his classmates at Eagle Academy.

Those who shared it in person almost popped their eyes out; those who shared it in letters thought Anriel was joking.

Okay, okay, let’s not talk about this anymore.

Mrs. Weasley had already brought in the bread and butter.

......

A pair of red slippers was sticking out from the stairs. It wasn’t the style that children would like, but the size of the little feet inside was obviously not matching the slippers.

Anriel raised his head and couldn't help but look at the little girl twice more.

Ginny Weasley.