Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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There was thunderous applause from the four house tables, and Professor McGonagall pulled out a roll of parchment from her robes. When it was unfolded, it was of astonishing length.

"The students whose names I'm going to read next, please come up to the stage and put on this sorting hat. It will determine which house you will be sorted into."

"Bessie Arlington!"

A blonde girl walked towards the Sorting Hat shyly.

Anriel took a look and turned back with boredom to look at the Weasley twins who were acting weird at the Gryffindor table.

Nothing much had happened that year, nothing of interest until I walked up to the table and picked up my hat.

"Hufflepuff!"

"Franz Awanda."

"Slytherin!"

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Along the way, it was not very common for the Sorting Hat to pause. Apparently, for the Sorting Hat, these ordinary children only needed a little thought to be sorted into the appropriate house.

In other words, the children of Mr. Potter's class were indeed a little difficult to judge:

Harry Potter = Gryffindor + Slytherin;

Hermione Granger = Gryffindor + Ravenclaw;

Neville Longbottom = Gryffindor + Hufflepuff...

And so on.

Sorting Hat: Tsk, that's difficult...

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After a while, last names starting with F will soon come to an end, and last names starting with G...

Anriel was first.

While waiting for Mag to call out his name, Anriel showed a bright and sunny smile on his face.

"Anriel..."

Mag's eyes widened, and it was obvious that she saw the child's full name for the first time.

There is no way. The focus in recent years has been on Harry Potter, and no one will look through the admission list of every class, which would be very tiring.

Mag's eyes fell on Anriel. Surprisingly, her intuition was always right.

She saw the malicious sunny smile on Anriel's face.

"Anriel! There's no second Anriel here, right?"

The 11-year-old boy who was called took a small step forward, and the other children involuntarily stepped aside to make way for him.

At this moment, even though they were not very experienced in the world, they knew that something was wrong.

The auditorium gradually became quiet, and everyone from the four colleges focused their attention on this little child.

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"Professor McGonagall, why don't you pronounce my name in full?"

Anriel walked forward, narrowed his eyes, smiled and spread his hands.

"I think that's something my dear old Phoenix would be happy to hear..."

"surprise?"

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Mag took a deep breath, not knowing what to do for a moment.

This was different from the fact that she was going to sort Harry Potter a year later.

He was just an ordinary child, special only because of a person whose name could not be mentioned. He had no idea of ​​his mission, how famous he was, or what his existence meant.

But, the child in front of me now is also special...

He is special because of two people.

And one of them was sitting in the most comfortable red velvet chair in the hall.

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McGonagall looked at Dumbledore for help. Everyone was watching what was happening here with their eyes fixed.

"What happened, Minerva?"

Dumbledore gently put his hands together, his gray beard fluttering slightly.

"Albus, this child..."

Mag's voice was so soft that no one at the four college tables could hear what she said.

"Come on, this is Hogwarts, we accept any student."

Dumbledore's voice was calm and firm, revealing a kind of conviction:

To put it in layman's terms, even if his last name is Riddle, as long as he has the right magical talent, we should let him enroll.

McGonagall took another deep breath, made up her mind, and picked up the parchment next to the Sorting Hat:

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"Angel Grindelwald!"

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After shouting this, McGonagall involuntarily glanced towards Dumbledore, and was surprised to find that the latter had actually stood up from his chair, his gray beard trembling violently, showing that the old man was not at peace at the moment.

McGonagall had seen Albus Dumbledore with this expression no more than a handful of times in the entire time she had known him.

Of course, this state only lasted for a few seconds, and Albus Dumbledore returned to the image of the calm and wise old man.

Perhaps, in today's world, only things related to him can stir up a ripple in the old man's vicissitudes and calm inner lake.

Anriel bowed deeply to the familiar old man:

"It is a great pleasure, my professor."

The image of Albus Dumbledore was exactly the same as Anriel had imagined. In other words, the wisdom behind the half-moon glasses, the time woven into his gray hair and beard, the kind gaze, the gentle words...

They are all unique.

Anriel gently took the Sorting Hat from the shelf and put it on solemnly, like a crown.

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"Oh my God... Oh my God... Your thoughts... are so interesting. I haven't seen such an interesting child in a long time..."

"You have the qualities that the other three houses value. Ah... Old Hufflepuff will definitely welcome you to her house, but she will definitely not compete with other houses for you..."

"You have outstanding foresight and trust and loyalty to your partners, but your shrewdness will not allow you to show your bravery too abruptly..."

"You have great ambitions and unparalleled abilities, but your humility does not allow you to be arrogant and become the kind of nobleman that old Slytherin values;"

"You have... um, such a wonderful talent... ah, extraordinary wisdom, ah, I know, I understand, this is the quality you are most proud of."

"Since that's what you think..."

"Then you should go..."

"Ravenclaw!!!"

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The last syllable of the hat was roared, and Anriel felt as if it was spraying threads on his head. In fact, it was true. The old students present had not seen this shabby hat so excited for a long time.

The Ravenclaw table cheered and welcomed the new student. Unfortunately, as the new generation, they had no idea what kind of disaster had happened before the legendary duel, and naturally did not understand why this freshman had received so much attention from the professors.

Anriel looked around. Apart from his enthusiastic classmates, most professors kept their eyes on him for a long time.

A pair of deep black pupils were looking over here, and Anriel responded with a smile and his highest respect.

Great man...

Although, because of the memory, for the betrayer, no matter whether he abandons darkness to light or betrays light...

Anriel doesn't like it very much... just like his "father" did back then.

But love always gives people an excuse that cannot be criticized, doesn't it?

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No one knew how everyone spent the dinner. Unlike the dinner a year later, when most of the people who were surprised were students, today, it was the professors who were surprised.

"First years, this way."

After the banquet, the prefects of each college led the freshmen to their respective common rooms.

Anriel did not go to the Ravenclaw Tower on the west side with the other young Ravenclaws. He knew exactly where the lounge was, and Ravenclaw students did not need a fixed password. So Anriel did not need to go back with them - because there were more important people and things waiting for him.

"Professor Dumbledore, don't you want to chat?"

Dumbledore, who was adjusting his pointed hat, paused, looked at Anriel, and then looked away.

Anriel knew that the old man had just made eye contact with him and saw his strange-colored eyes.

Anriel, wearing a school robe, with red lips, white teeth, starry eyes, and golden hair like a waterfall, exudes a sharp and natural temperament of a superior. The last time Dumbledore saw this temperament was decades ago...

(Severus: Old Dumbledore, you finally have the day when you are tortured by the color of your eyes! Huh? Speak!)

"Hogwarts welcomes you, kid..."

Dumbledore began, paused, and added two words.

"Me too."

Anriel and Dumbledore slowly left the hall. No professor came to talk to them. They just exchanged glances with each other and quietly watched them walk up the stairs to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor.

That's the opposite direction of where the students go back to their dormitories.

All the teachers watched silently as the old man and the young man left the hall. Even though Dumbledore was always the last one to leave, this was a unprecedented time.

However, no one said even a single word, and no one wanted to expose other people's scars...

Especially, as luck would have it, the one who died was the greatest wizard of all time.

one?

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"Sit down...child."

Dumbledore sat in his high-back chair and raised his hand to motion for Andriel to sit opposite him.

"Hello...Anriel."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, seeming to choose his words.

"Please forgive my incompetence, but I still want to ask, what are you..."

Dumbledore's voice was not very sure. He did not want to ask such an unreasonable and inappropriate question as "What on earth are you?", but the answer to this question was exactly what he wanted to know most right now.

Of course, Old Deng couldn't ask such vulgar questions.

“My two fathers, one took thirty-five years to bring me into this world;”

Anriel spoke with his clear childish voice, satisfying Dumbledore's request and shattering his only unrealistic fantasy -

In case, this is just an unrealistic...

No, what if this is just a coincidence?

Unfortunately, that couldn't have been a perfect coincidence.

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