Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Harry was surprised because the person sitting in the headmaster's office was not the headmaster.

But this is Anriel, and things have become normal again for some reason.

Anriel casually put the feather pen in his hand into the ink bottle and turned to look at Harry:

"Okay, Harry, is there anything you want to say?"

After thinking for a while, Anriel added:

"It'd be better if you have a good reason. It was reported not long ago that you can speak Parseltongue, and this time you appeared at the crime scene."

Harry was suddenly speechless. To be fair, even if he was asked to defend himself from the perspective of Anriel or Dumbledore, he didn't know what to say.

"Hey."

Anriel looked at Harry's aggrieved expression, which seemed like he was about to cry, and chuckled secretly, then casually pulled the Sorting Hat off the top of the cabinet.

"Come on, put it on, and ask this old man any questions you have."

The hat didn't react to Angel's rude words. It just kept staring at Harry.

Harry didn't know what Anriel was going to do, but his mind was confused. He took the tattered hat from Anriel in a daze, paused for a moment, and then put it on his head.

The hat was so large that it covered Harry's eyes.

The two of them were silent, and the hat didn't speak. Angel knew that Harry was having a heated debate with the hat in his mind.

The debate was about whether Harry should be sorted into Slytherin.

It won't be long before Harry pulls the hat off his head and then yells at it in an inappropriate way...

"you are wrong!"

Good, he really shouted that.

"Uh... Anriel, I..."

Ignoring the rather embarrassed Harry, Angel walked past him, came to the tray of ashes, and poked it with his wand.

"grumble--"

After a brief sound, Fox's young poked its bald head out from the ashes.

"boom!"

The door was thrown open with great force and Hagrid rushed in, waving his dead chicken.

"Professor! I swear it's not... Oh, Anriel, it's you..."

It seemed that Hagrid obviously thought that he would see in this room an angry Dumbledore who wanted to expel Harry, and an innocent Harry Potter who was panicking and facing the same situation as himself fifty years ago.

"Relax, Hagrid, you can go back now. I will approve your request on behalf of Dumbledore to cast a banishing spell or a barrier spell around the chicken coop."

Anriel looked back at Harry, whose eyes were full of gratitude. At least Hagrid believed in him.

"Ah, it looks like Mr. Potter is grateful to you for speaking up for him."

There was a red patch on Hagrid's face where the skin wasn't covered by his beard.

He picked up the dead chicken in his hand and shook it, seeming a little overwhelmed:

"Oh... yes, yes... that's right - Harry is indeed innocent."

Hagrid seemed to have thought of something and emphasized it again with concern.

He still seemed quite excited. After all, Harry was now facing the same accusation he had faced more than 50 years ago, except that no one had died yet.

But what Hagrid didn't know was that in both cases when the Chamber of Secrets was opened, there were deaths...

If Hagrid, who was convicted of the crime, had not been guaranteed by Dumbledore, the consequences would have been disastrous and he would have almost been admitted to Azkaban.

Although people may not be so hostile to Harry now because he is not half-human, it is definitely not a good thing.

Anriel nodded and waved his hand, indicating that Hagrid could leave.

The oak door behind Hagrid opened automatically. Anriel watched Hagrid walk out of the door, looking back every few steps, and then closed the door directly.

Hagrid didn't look very reassured -

He was one of the few people who did not regard Anriel as a faculty member. He was rather slow and did not connect Anriel's strength with his identity, nor did he distinguish Anriel himself from his nominal student identity.

"Well Harry, now we know that our big friend has absolute and complete trust in you."

Anriel looked at the silver clock on the wall, and most of the portraits of principals were present around him, especially old Mr. Armando Dippet, who adjusted his hearing aid and listened attentively to every word in the room.

"But, is there really nothing you can tell me?"

Harry looked down at the tabletop, and seemed to have a sudden interest in the grain of its wood.

......

Anriel also has a pair of deep eyes that seem to see through everything, but unlike Dumbledore's gentle eyes that have been steadied by time, or even completely opposite to them, there is no calm light in Anriel's eyes, no power that makes people relax and calm.

These heterochromatic eyes are filled with aggression, sharpness, ambition, and beast-like threat.

If we must find a comparison, the gaze of young Alastor Moody is more similar to Anriel.

It was like a running ferocious beast, as persistent, determined and sharp as a bird of prey in the sky, emitting a captivating cold light.

Harry couldn't look into such eyes. His instinct to seek profit and avoid harm told him that this would hurt him.

Seeing that Harry didn't say anything, Anriel glanced at him, curled his lips, and prepared the next dose of strong medicine:

"Like...are you secretly brewing some forbidden potion with your second-year friends? In some dark little broom shed or some abandoned bathroom with a fountain?"

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Harry was horrified in his heart... Oh, no, it was not just in his heart that he was shrewd enough, he had already shown a look of panic and guilt.

Harry looked up subconsciously, only to meet Anriel's eyes that he dared not look directly into.

He knew? He knew!

Harry thought, feeling extremely flustered for a moment.

They might get fired for this!

"No, don't worry, Harry. I have no intention of reporting or expelling you three. In fact, I am looking forward to seeing whether our little friend Granger can really make that thing."

Anriel leaned forward, which surprised and confused Harry even more.

As if seeing Harry's confusion, Anriel explained:

"So far, no second-year student has successfully brewed a high-level potion like Polyjuice Potion.

And so far, only Professor Snape and I know what you are doing."

"Snape?!"

Harry screamed.

"It's Professor Snape, Harry."

Anriel's tone at this time was exactly the same as Dumbledore's.

"You should know that neither I nor Professor Snape intend to report you, so don't put the blame on the old bat. It's not easy for him either."

Harry was confused. This Chinese-English translation sounded very strange, but what Anriel said sounded...

It seems like you are adding fuel to the fire?