Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"specialty……?"

Anriel was somewhat puzzled.

He remembered that Dumbledore was going to look for the Horcruxes this time.

Go look for Horcruxes...what specialties can you bring back?

Anriel took a palm-sized box from the smiling Dumbledore...

"This is……"

Anriel's eyes suddenly widened.

Dumbledore seemed very satisfied with his reaction:

"You must know it, my child."

......

There is a ring in the small gift box.

An antique black stone ring with fine cracks on the surface.

......

"When I found it, it had been turned into a Horcrux by our Mr. Riddle."

Dumbledore said slowly.

Anriel pinched the ring with two fingers and slowly took it out of the gift box.

Since Dumbledore could give this thing as a gift, the soul fragments on it must have been wiped out by him.

This is Marvolo Gaunt's ring.

It has another name that Anriel cares more about...

Resurrection Stone.

The Resurrection Stone, one of the three Deathly Hallows.

Anriel took two deep breaths and calmed himself down.

"Sir, the Weasleys, Professor McGonagall, and the two children will be here soon.

We will talk about this stone later."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

Anriel thought about it and put the ring on his left thumb.

A few minutes later, there were many more people in the office.

Albus Dumbledore, who sat behind the table, observing everyone through a half-moon lens;

Minerva McGonagall stood by, stroking her fingers with worry;

Among the red-haired Weasley family, Arthur Weasley and Percy Weasley looked a little pale, while Fred and George looked bitter.

Neither of them was there just now, so they didn't know what happened. They could see the fear and anxiety hidden under the bitter smiles in each other's eyes.

The door opened again and in walked Molly Weasley.

Angel suddenly had a strange feeling and looked at Mrs. Weasley.

Sure enough, Ginny's small figure was hiding behind Mrs. Weasley, and at this moment she was sticking her little head out and looking inside.

Anriel met Ginny's gaze, and there was something in Ginny's eyes that confused him...

"..."

Anriel turned his gaze back dully, the corners of his mouth twitching wildly as if he had a cramp.

Ginny also looked away, her pale face flushed and looked strange.

To be honest, Anriel was not very good at dealing with this kind of thing. At this moment, he sincerely hoped that Mr. Harry Potter's charm would be enough to attract all of Miss Weasley's attention...

Wait a minute……

C** (calcium oxide)!

Under his influence, Harry Potter never entered the Chamber of Secrets!

*You feel the guilt crawling up your spine.

Wait, Ginny is Luna's best friend...

*You feel very sinful.

Anriel realized something...

Did Ginny's feelings for Harry begin to sprout when his life was saved this time?

If so……

Uh uh…

Anriel shook his head imperceptibly and broke the silence in the room:

"Ha, guys... there's no need to be so serious."

He looked around.

"Okay, okay..." Anriel shrugged and raised his hand casually. The tattered diary that was now soaked in black blood flew up and hovered in his hand.

The savior, whose presence had been very low from the beginning till now, exclaimed:

"Ah... So you can do it without a wand..."

Anriel suddenly realized that there was another Harry Potter here.

"Of course, but I don't deny that shouting the spell out with the wand in hand is more impressive...

And casting spells with bare hands, well... it feels like a traitorous act, Mr. Ollivander will kill me."

Anriel made a joke.

Only Dumbledore laughed twice.

"Oh, you saved him, you saved Ginny..."

Mrs. Weasley had tears in her eyes and was still a little emotional.

Mr. Weasley was feeling better. He was concerned about some important things, although they were definitely not as important as the safety of his own daughter:

"I want to know...this diary..."

"It belongs to Voldemort."

Anriel said casually, not caring at all that the name had a certain impact on the others in the room.

However, the atmosphere in the room made him quickly feel fortunate that he had just made a joke, even if the joke was not very meaningful.

The only sounds in the room were Mrs. Weasley's sobs and incredulous gasps.

No, aren’t there a bunch of range hoods arranged in this room?

Anriel was speechless.

But it is understandable, after all, this name caused white terror for a long period of time.

In this comparison, his cheap dad is more like a politician than Voldemort, rather than a simple terrorist.

"But how does a diary ..."

Now it was Mrs. Weasley who spoke, and she really couldn't understand it.

She wanted to ask a lot of questions, such as how did this diary fall into the hands of innocent Ginny?

Or, how did it bewitch or control Ginny to work for it?

However, considering that Mrs. Weasley is a mother, after what she has experienced, we should not force her to say these words.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall also wanted to know these questions, and she asked them for Mrs. Weasley.

Anriel turned to Dumbledore, who gave him a look that said, “It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing to hide.”

“Oh, then I’ll tell you.

I'm telling you that you may not believe this, but there is a fragment of Voldemort's soul in here... well, well, the mysterious man...

Anriel looked at this group of people who seemed to be about to suffocate in the next second, and changed his words reluctantly.

“This is more than just a simple soul fragment.

He also carries a memory of You-Know-Who himself."

When Anriel said "you know who", his tone was sarcastic.

"like this."

Anriel picked up a roll of parchment from Dumbledore's desk and spread it out, then pulled out his wand and inserted it into his golden hair.

The magic wand was slowly pulled out, with a strand of silver thread wrapped around the tip of the wand.

Anriel touched the parchment with his magic wand, and the silver memory quickly melted into the parchment.

After a while, a line of crystal clear handwriting slowly appeared on the paper.

"Hello."

Anriel looked at the parchment with satisfaction and held it up to show everyone.

"Considering that I didn't split my soul, this short piece of memory won't last too long, probably two or three minutes.

How long the memory lasts is how long it can exist.

In short, the mysterious man's method is much more sophisticated than mine, because he paid a greater price.

However, in my brief contact with it, I found that this thing already has its own thoughts——

Born out of that memory, a mind independent of the mysterious person's body."

Anriel said the most frightening words with understatement.

"This is Voldemort's memory from 50 years ago. It can kill people, bewitch others, and control the basilisk in the school's chamber of secrets."