Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 7 Family Love

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Of course, no one is perfect.

Even though Anriel is not a human, he also has subjects that he is not good at.

How to say it, for example...

"Up! Up!"

The broom that was like a fire stick on the ground seemed to be covered with super glue and couldn't be lifted up.

Anriel was also helpless. In his two lifetimes as a human being (?), sports had never been something he was good at.

Helplessly, he could only watch as other students quickly or slowly raised the brooms in front of them, then quietly stretched out his finger, hooked the Meteor No. 5 in front of him, and cast a small spell.

It doesn't matter, it's harmless, it's really convenient to cast spells without a wand...

He's like Voldemort -

If you can fly, what's the use of a broom?

Unfortunately, Madam Hooch obviously didn't think so. At least when it came to riding a broom, Anriel not only had no talent, but was a complete mess.

In short, for an entire class period, he could only use the levitation spell to make his broom fly.

However, this also narrowed the gap between him and his classmates.

No one can easily accept a guy of the same grade as themselves who is good at everything. Jealousy and isolation will find a breeding ground in anyone's heart. At this time, if this guy who is good at everything suddenly makes people unbearable to look at in some aspects, most children will easily accept him...

Even if a few born bad guys might target him in this regard, then Anriel would let them know why the flowers are so red...

Yes, I'm talking about people with a proud and arrogant personality like Zhage.

But now An Ruier is one year older than Brother Zha, so he won't come to cause trouble...

I guess it’s still a love-hate relationship with Harry (laughs).

The Potions class was relatively normal. Anriel didn't leave any handles that could be picked on by Professor Snape. Anriel mixed the slightly diluted scabies potion flawlessly, making the professor's eyes stay on his face for a moment before turning to the Hufflepuff students.

Ten points deducted from Gryffindor.

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The amount of homework that Snape and McGonagall had to do might be a torture for other students, but for Anriel, who had traveled from Kyushu, it was as easy as eating and drinking...

Of course, there are things that Kyushu students cannot accept, such as astronomy classes.

Maybe Anriel could handle more homework (in reality, it wasn't that much for him).

But please note that he absolutely - "absolutely" - could not accept taking an astronomy class in the middle of the night that would "absolutely" affect his sleep and in which he had no interest at all!

Every Wednesday night, Professor Sinistra had to pull Anriel out of his chair when he fell asleep, lest he crush the telescope.

Just like Harry Potter's most hated subject was Potions, Astronomy successfully became Anriel's most hated subject, bar none -

His general thought process is that he will get angry with anyone who takes up his sleep time.

As for courses like Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts, they were all impeccable. Anriel liked Professor Quirrell's predecessor very much. His courses were interesting and humorous. Unfortunately, as everyone knew, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts had to be replaced every year after Tom Riddle was rejected (a curse was imposed on this position) - this humorous teacher was not in good health. Anriel often saw him coughing secretly during class, revealing a sick look.

According to Professor Dumbledore, the gentleman has already submitted his resignation, as teaching for more than a semester would strain his frail body.

As for the following subject, it is even more important——

In the History of Magic class, after being called by mistake, Anriel imitated Professor Binns' sleepy tone and recited one-tenth of the entire thick History of Magic (however, because the book was too long, the get out of class was over by the time Anriel finished reciting). The whole audience applauded as if they were at a dinner party (it is not ruled out that the class had already been ended).

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"That's cool, how did you do that?"

"Oh, that's because of some of my grandma's pre-school stuff."

"Your grandma?"

"My grandmother's name is Bathilda. Bathilda Bagshot."

"Uh...oh, I mean, I'm starting to feel sorry for you, bro..."

Life is generally like this, plain and ordinary.

If there were no people like Voldemort, and no celebrities like Harry Potter (in the entire British wizarding world), perhaps this is what life at Hogwarts should be like.

Tsk, my dad doesn’t want to bully his lover, so he has never carried out large-scale activities in the UK…

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The first school year passed quickly, and the school year without Harry Potter was so peaceful that there was nothing to record in the annals.

Anriel's performance was of course particularly outstanding, and he undisputedly became the number one among the freshmen in this class.

Of course, if you throw away his basically zero score in Astronomy, he would have a terrifying full score except for Potions.

One last thing that’s still worth mentioning:

The Quidditch Cup and the House Cup still all belong to Slytherin.

Thanks to Anriel's efforts, Slytherin narrowly defeated Ravenclaw in the College Cup with only the extra points of the Quidditch Cup, and "hardly" defended their five-game winning streak:

"…The second place, Ravenclaw, received 476 points;"

"Then, first place, Slytherin House, they got, 480 points."

Nothing could be seen from Dumbledore's expression. After all, it was normal for schools to have conflicts. All of his few selfish thoughts were focused on Anriel. In other words, Dumbledore watched as Anriel almost dragged the entire school down with him, forcing Ravenclaw to the second place.

It would be absolutely ridiculous to say that Dumbledore was not satisfied with this child gifted by God.

However, this also proves that Professor Severus's strategy of accumulating small amounts into large amounts (deducting points) is very effective, because the College Cup is only awarded once a year...

Anriel knew this very well - he laughed every time he read the book:

When Slytherin won the house cup, only one house cheered for it. Conversely, when Gryffindor won the house cup, only one house did not cheer for it.

Haha, so, it’s better to leave things like the Snake Broken Court’s winning streak to “professionals” like the Gryffindor triangle.

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"Ding-ding-"

Two crisp sounds were heard, and Dumbledore tapped the goblet in front of him with the silver fork in his hand. The hall gradually became quiet, waiting for the headmaster's always useful but not serious speech.

Unexpectedly, this time Dumbledore did not make any jokes, but made some serious remarks on matters of concern.

Dumbledore: "Another school year has come to an end. I sincerely hope that all our old friends, adults and children have a happy holiday. However, I would like to remind you again from the bottom of my heart that underage wizards are not allowed to perform magic outside of school. Please pay attention to this."

He glanced at the Weasley twins, then looked at Angel, raising his graying eyebrows.

"I wish you all a good time."

"Yes, Professor, but there is something I need to talk to you about in private..."

After Anriel finished speaking, he took out a piece of parchment from his arms and waved it in front of him. The sound was like a thin thread that reached Dumbledore's ears. The latter looked around and it seemed that no one else heard the words, so he could only nod helplessly.

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"That is to say..." Dumbledore tapped the tabletop with his slender fingers. The parchment was neatly folded and placed beside him.

"Ms. Bathilda officially gave you to me to raise..."

"Yes, I'm afraid she chose to pay early and save herself the trouble. It was my idea that she decided to go to South America for vacation."

Ignoring Dumbledore's wonderful expression, Anriel smiled lightly:

"I will definitely visit her often. After all, she was the one who brought me up."

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A week ago, Anriel asked for a day off in the name of Headmaster Dumbledore. Since the final exams were over and this student had the best grades, after confirming with Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick had no reason not to give him a day off.

then……

"Hey kid, did Dumbledore do anything to you? No? Haha..."

Bathilda seemed very excited. From her description, it seemed that Dumbledore should have burst into tears after knowing Anriel's true identity.

The scene was so beautiful that Anriel couldn't even imagine it.

"Professor Dumbledore will come, but in April? Or May? I'm not sure."

Anriel raised one arm, and Ghroth landed on his forearm, lowered his head and pecked at the owl food on his other palm. He took off the parchment tied to the giant owl's leg, unfolded it and read.

"'I will go back this summer, but unfortunately I have some things to deal with and cannot leave immediately.'"

"That's what he wrote, um..."

Anriel handed the letter to Bathilda with a strange look on his face. Bathilda looked at the letter and chuckled:

"Child, he said he wants to take you away. Does this count as asking for custody? Hahahaha..."

"I see, grandma, what do you think? You know our relationship."

"I don't care. Children will eventually grow up. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the energy to get through my old age."

"But now, I can even go on vacation to America like you said, haha..."

Anriel shrugged and hugged his grandmother, the old woman who raised him.

He could clearly feel that the old woman was smiling. Unlike Dumbledore's wry smile, Bathilda was truly happy for Anriel.

Maybe this is a good ending after all.

At least it could save her from an accidental death seven years later, which was something Anriel absolutely did not want to see.

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The letter was, of course, fake, written by Anriel imitating Professor Dumbledore's handwriting.

However, judging from the results, this is a good thing.

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"Professor, do you usually live in the school dormitory..."

Anriel looked at the exclusive passage leading to Dumbledore's dormitory in the staff lounge and asked softly.

"Of course, the strong tea the elves bring to the staffroom is very nice, but I might prefer Hogsmeade's Butterbeer."

"Oh, and Granny Bathilda mentioned it to me, and he even wanted to buy me a drink the first time he took me to Diagon Alley."

Anriel sat up from Dumbledore's four-poster bed, looked at the old man sitting in the rocking chair by the fireplace, and asked a question:

"Sir, this year is 1991, right?"

"Yes, of course. What's the problem, son? You'll be a sophomore when the term starts, and have a chance to join the house Quidditch team, but I heard you abandoned your broom during flying class - ordinary wizards don't fly by themselves, my child."

Dumbledore spoke earnestly, as if he were really a nagging old mother.

"That's not what I'm saying, sir..."

Anriel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was really just joking that day.

"I'm talking about Harry Potter."

"Aha, you're right. Mr. Potter is exactly eleven years old this year. I just finished writing his admission letter not long ago. I think it is necessary to print a few extra copies. What do you think?"

"print?"

"Ah, an excellent technology of Muggles. I have never believed that Muggle technology is useless - even he thought so back then."

"This is why I feel my father is stronger than Voldemort, countless times stronger. He never underestimates any enemy, no matter how strong or weak they are."

Dumbledore was silent. He didn't seem to want to mention the old friend or the Dark Lord, because if the topic continued, it would most likely lead to a sad duel.

An Ruier coughed twice to break the awkwardness:

"Why don't we continue talking about Mr. Potter?"

"Oh yes, I bet he'll go to Gryffindor."

Dumbledore laughed again, and the words he spoke were like those of a child. Perhaps this was the unknown side of the old gentleman.

"This is not fair. I wanted to bet this way, too. Haha..."

The two men laughed and for a short while Dumbledore turned in his armchair to look at his wonderful child.

"Yes, Anriel."

"what happened?"

"What is your current magical ability?"

Anriel tilted his head and said something shocking:

"Although I am reluctant to admit it, I have to say that when I want to release some unforgivable spells...

Probably, perhaps, without any difficulty?"