Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Justin's angry expression hid a hint of fear as he pushed through the crowd and rushed out of the Duel Club.

What followed was Harry's feeble defense and an unpleasant end to the Dueling Club.

To be honest, Anriel was on the fence about whether "all events involving Gilderoy Lockhart" could have a happy ending.

He watched thoughtfully as Harry was pushed and dragged by Ron and Hermione and fled out of the Great Hall in a complete daze.

Luna looked worriedly at her friend, Ginny Weasley.

After a while, Luna suddenly spoke:

"Young sir, Ginny looks sick, like something is chasing her."

Anriel was stunned for a moment; he didn't expect Luna to say such a thing.

"But I think, it's not the basilisk, it's something else."

Luna continued to speak shockingly, and Anriel also became interested, ignoring the chaotic but extremely depressing atmosphere on the field:

"Why do you think so?"

"Dad often talked about the Weasleys. He said that although they were not very smart, they were basically good people.

And they are a pure-blood family with a long history, and the heir of Slytherin will not do anything to them."

And for good reason, if Lucius Malfoy hadn't put the diary in Ginny's book, the Weasleys would have had nothing to do with the Chamber of Secrets.

Anriel didn't say anything and rubbed Luna's hair. His silence seemed to confirm Luna's words, but Luna was always smart and didn't ask any more questions.

She knew that Anriel knew about it, but he just couldn't explain it to her.

There was a great deal of noise in the hall, with people leaving in groups. Lockhart looked as if he was about to say or do something, but he opened his mouth and no sound came out.

In such a sensitive and tense moment, even Snape was much more reliable than him.

Well...that's not the case. Snape has always been reliable, but he just never looks like a good person.

After Anriel sent Luna back to the dormitory (female), he turned and walked towards the principal's office. He wanted to talk to Dumbledore about the fact that Harry Potter was a Parseltongue.

Our dear principal has been very busy recently. A student has died. Due to various reasons, the news has not yet spread, unlike Myrtle fifty years ago.

Her body was discovered by students, and there was no way to keep the news secret.

Dumbledore took appropriate measures quickly, as he had great confidence in Anriel's abilities.

He believed that Anriel could find and destroy the means left by Voldemort.

After his last conversation with Anriel, Dumbledore seemed to realize that the strange souvenirs Riddle had been looking for were not just for collection.

In other words, they may have become some kind of evil, sinful object... a Horcrux.

This plot was triggered by Andril's actions and was brought forward a long time. I wonder what Voldemort felt.

Oh, he couldn't really be considered fully alive now, so he had no ideas at all.

However, Dumbledore told Anriel to be prepared because there was a possibility that the two of them would have to go to some dangerous places together.

Anriel had a vision of a gloomy and damp cave in his mind. Inside the cave was a large lake filled with Inferi corpses...

Among these Horcruxes... the diary is now in Hogwarts, and will soon die;

The same thing goes for Ravenclaw's diadem, which can be retrieved when there is time;

Gaunt's ring, which also serves as the Resurrection Stone, is in the ruins of Gaunt's old house in Little Hangleton;

Slytherin's locket is at number twelve, Grimmauld Place. You can pick it up next year after Sirius's matter is over.

The Hufflepuff gold cup is much more difficult, it is in the vault of the Strange family;

Nagini has not yet become a Horcrux, and finally Harry Potter himself…

Very good, the goal is clear.

To be honest, although Andril believed that Dumbledore no longer had such a deep obsession because of his concerns and would not easily wear Gaunt's ring, he was still not very reassured.

Just go there in advance to pick it up and treat it as a trip.

We have arrived at the principal's office.

“Pineapple preserves.”

Very good, all the passwords in the principal's office are food, most of which are sweets.

The office door was pulled open by Anriel, and the half-dead Fox looked up at Anriel, and it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to raise his head and shout.

"Tsk tsk, old buddy, you better hurry up. I'm busy lately. Maybe I need your help."

Anriel said jokingly, pulled out the chair reserved for the headmaster, sat down, took out a feather pen, dipped it in Dumbledore's classic emerald green ink, and began to review documents for his now nominal father.

It was nothing more than criticisms from some stubborn old school directors headed by Lucius. There was no need to reply to them. Occasionally, when there were documents that needed approval, Anriel would just sign them.

It's just imitating a signature. If you can't do it anymore, then would the more than ten years of Chinese education in your previous life have been in vain?

Some parents were worried about the safety of Hogwarts, so Anriel simply used Dumbledore's tone to reassure them.

Letters from the Daily Prophet should be folded and put in the trash.

As for the rest, it will be sufficient to deal with it in a businesslike tone.

......

Don't underestimate these letters; they are almost as thick as the huge books around the desk.

During this time, Anriel also went out for a walk twice. In addition to asking Gehros to send the reply letter away, he also had to go to class in name only...

After all, he is still a student, not a real professor...even though in every way he does the work of a professor.

I am just an ordinary student at school (cross out the whole sentence)

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Harry Potter was in a very bad mood right now, especially as he followed Professor McGonagall in a daze.

He had never seen a room like this before, and he could sense the unusualness of the principal's office just by standing at the door.

The door opened, and the first thing that caught Harry's eye was a cabinet full of ornate silverware. On top of the cabinet sat the hat that had sorted him into Gryffindor.

Then there is a bird stand with…

"Ah!" Harry exclaimed, because the old bird burned itself in front of him. The flames were so fast that Harry only had time to exclaim before he saw a pool of ashes fall into the tray below.

"Leave the bird alone, Harry, come here."

Harry was a little confused. The voice was young and powerful, like Dumbledore's but not Dumbledore.

His heart was in a mess, and for a moment he couldn't remember whose voice it was.

"Hmm? Why are you still standing there? Sit down."

Anriel raised his head and looked at Harry who was standing opposite the cabinet in confusion. He waved his hand and a chair was pulled out from somewhere.

"Let's talk."