Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Anriel gently combed Luna's hair. He had no idea what the child had just thought of, and he could not guess how intense her "self-attack" had been.

He also wouldn't use Legilimency on Luna.

But, just because Anriel didn’t know doesn’t mean that the few first-line spectators pretending to be asleep on the side don’t know.

They are all girls, they really understand!

Oh! I'm blushing! I'm shy!

Those people had gleams in their eyes, their mouths curled up higher than the sky, and they were about to bring the sun down. Their faces were full of satisfaction, and they ate a mouthful of dog food until they were full.

"AWSL!"

"I am satisfied. I will see you in the next life."

......

As for whether it is a good match...

Luna's appearance is now impeccable. If she makes some small requests to Anriel in the future, Anriel can give her some "fine adjustments".

Apart from the occasional crazy and erratic personality of the electric wave girl, Luna is a school beauty in every aspect. What else is wrong with her?

Oh, she's eleven.

It’s not right. It’s really not right.

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A few hours later, when they were about to attend the Halloween party, Luna woke up from Anriel's legs, ran up the stairs leading to the dormitory in two or three steps, and hurriedly changed her clothes before coming down.

Go to the auditorium with Anriel...

The auditorium was packed with people. Several large chandeliers in the shape of human hand bones hung from the enchanted ceiling. Candles emitted dim light in the eye sockets of skulls. Several giant pumpkins were also glowing, providing additional light for the auditorium.

It looks like these pumpkins are the work of Hagrid, the gamekeeper.

The table was not divided into main course and dessert as usual. Instead, it was filled with pies, steaks, pumpkin pie, puddings, and plates of various candies. Several pumpkin baskets filled with food were grinning on the side.

The pie was made to look like a bloody B-movie, but it was just raspberry syrup; the steak was made to look like it was half-cooked, but it was tender and fragrant.

The sumptuous dishes and lively atmosphere were in stark contrast to the death anniversary party downstairs.

That’s not right. After the Headless Hunter Team arrived, the atmosphere downstairs was still quite lively.

As for those rumors... in fact, they are not rumors. I mean, Dumbledore did invite a skeleton dance troupe to entertain, and the skulls on the chandeliers excitedly sang along with their fellows and clapped the beat of their dance.

Anriel sat in a chair, sipped grape juice, and admired the lively party in front of him.

Suddenly, there was a pulling feeling behind me.

Luna tugged at Anriel's clothes, as if she wanted to show him something...

Anriel guessed that maybe she had caught a magical animal like a harassment horsefly and wanted to show it to him?

......

He guessed wrong.

In Luna's fair little hand, she held an ordinary toffee.

Then, as he looked down, Luna gave Anriel a quick peck on the cheek and blushed as she disappeared among her first-year classmates.

Anriel was stunned for a moment and then laughed softly.

Tear open the toffee wrapper with your own hands and put the caramel-colored candy into your mouth.

Sweet, very sweet.

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Even after the banquet, Luna still seemed to be blushing at her "feat".

She and Anriel followed the crowd upstairs.

Are you kidding? Scarhead getting into trouble is not as important as accompanying the little angel.

Then, a crowded crowd appeared in front of us.

Anriel: “…”

Okay, okay, I can’t avoid it anyway.

Of course Anriel knew what was happening. There was a commotion ahead. Anriel scratched his chin and led Luna to the Ravenclaw group.

"Help me get her back to the lounge safely, okay?"

Anriel bowed to the two prefects and asked politely.

Penelope looked worriedly at the crowded crowd in the corridor, and obviously realized that the matter was serious, so she nodded and agreed.

At this time, it is better for ordinary students to go back to the lounge so as not to cause trouble for the professors...

Anriel is not an ordinary student, almost all Ravenclaws know it.

Pulling out the wand from his pocket, Anriel gently waved it left and right, and a gentle force immediately separated a path among the crowd.

After a few steps, Anriel heard Filch's roar.

He arrived at the scene almost at the same time as the professors, just in time to see Filch spitting and trying to strangle Mr. Harry Potter.

"Mr. Filch!"

"Argus!"

The voices of Andril and Dumbledore sounded at the same time, which seemed to bring Filch back to his senses. He let go of Harry's collar and took three steps back.

The two looked at each other and moved at the same time in perfect tacit understanding...

Just like they had rehearsed countless times decades ago.

Dumbledore was in a trance for a moment, and it was not his fault.

Anriel has a young face with the same excited look as Grindelwald did back then.

Dumbledore turned around and asked the crowd to disperse. The prefects organized the students to return to the common room, while Anriel walked straight towards the poor cat.

"gentlemen?"

Anriel raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore nodded and turned to the troublesome trio.

The muscles on Snape's face seemed to be twitching, showing the complex psychology of his master wanting to say something but forcing himself to hold it back.

"Professor Lockhart's office is nearby. Let's go over and talk."

So, a principal, four deans, a Lockhart, an Anriel, and a poor petrified cat went straight to Lockhart's office.

......

A moment later, in Lockhart's office.

The owner of the office was feeling "guilty" and regretting that he had not shown up in time to stop the tragedy, and the large portrait hanging on the wall occasionally spoke in agreement.

While Anriel was carefully observing the "stone sculpture" with every detail, the others were forced to listen to Lockhart's words...

"Alive."

Anriel straightened up, patted his robe, and said this "incomprehensible" sentence.

"What? Who's still alive?"

Lockhart was still confused at this time, with a look of doubt on his face, as if he didn't hear clearly, or as if he didn't hear at all. He asked in a slightly confused tone.

Dumbledore smiled, and stroked his beard as if he was quite satisfied with Anriel's performance. Apparently, he thought so too.

"Cat, Mr. Filch's poor cat is still alive."

Anriel turned to Filch and spoke softly.

"Is that really the case... I mean, this child's judgment..."

Lockhart spoke, seeming to have some doubts about Anriel's judgment.

This is what it's like to want to show off yourself but not have the ability to read people's expressions.

Anriel glanced at Lockhart, who suddenly shivered with cold all over, and subconsciously shut up and wrapped his robe tightly.

Filch sobbed silently and asked:

"If she wasn't dead, why would she--"

He paused. For a Squib with a poor vocabulary, it was difficult to find an accurate word to describe Mrs. Norris's current condition.

The only way he could explain it was...

"Like dead."