Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

The answer is obviously yes...

"Yes, we have been friends for decades."

Xenophilius sighed.

"I have never mentioned him to you, and he should have never mentioned me to you either."

Dumbledore closed the book in front of him and sat quietly behind the table, looking at Andriel.

"Yes, never mentioned it."

Anriel nodded, confirming what Dumbledore said.

In fact, Anriel had already guessed how the two of them knew each other——

A direct descendant of the Peverell family, although the paternal line has long been lost, this is still an inseparable and complicated relationship.

The other was one of the most fanatical pilgrims of the Deathly Hallows back then, pursuing power, pursuing dreams... There was even a brief period of time when he mastered three Deathly Hallows.

It's no surprise that these two people can get together.

But, if you put it that way...

"Mr. Lovegood, actually you...also know my father, right?"

Obviously, the father mentioned by Andril in this sentence is definitely not Albus Dumbledore.

Xenophilius and Dumbledore looked at each other and smiled like an old naughty boy:

"Yes, yes... I have known him for a long time... Mr. Grindelwald, he is really powerful... and has great personal charm."

Anriel looked at the two old children in front of him and shook his head, feeling an inexplicable pain in his balls...

Wait... strength...

Depend on……

Anriel's mouth twitched.

Yes, almost.

Can these two old men, including his cheap father, be from the same era?

Do not make jokes.

The more likely fact is that the then head of the Lovegood family, Xenophilius' father, had a "friendly exchange" with the two powerful and high-spirited teenagers and found that neither of them could do anything to the other.

Then two young men who were not much older than Xenophilius (ten years old? twenty years old?) became friends with the young Xenophilius at that time.

Anriel rubbed his temple, the time probably matched.

The door opened again, and this time Luna came in.

This scene also seems familiar, but the atmosphere is completely different now.

"Oh, little angel—"

Xenophilius hugged Luna, and no matter how you put it, the tone was too exaggerated and full.

But considering Xenophilius Lovegood's usual mental state, this all of a sudden seemed to make sense.

Anriel waved his wand, and the curtains on the headmaster's portrait on the wall rolled up.

Several people left the principal's office, leaving the principal's portraits chattering away.

......

Room of Requirement.

An exquisite and beautiful table was placed in the middle of the room, just like the most ordinary family banquet, and next to it was a fireplace with a crackling flame...

Merry Christmas——

Plates filled with delicious food appeared on the table.

Turkey, pie, mashed potatoes...the table was soon filled with food.

The four of them sat down in a circle.

The fire crackled with sweet wine, filling the goblets.

In a warm and peaceful atmosphere, Anriel stood up and raised his glass:

"Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas to our family."

As he stood up, his sight went right across the dining table and through the glass window across the room.

There was light snow outside the window, and every ordinary house was celebrating Christmas with fire burning and oil lamps lit, just like here and now.

Anriel's hand holding the glass stopped in the air.

He thought of something.

He silently put down his glass and raised another brand new glass.

The silver cup and the amber wine in it disappeared.

Thousands of miles away, the cup is quietly placed on the window frame, waiting for someone to find it and drink from it.

That's Austria, that's Nurmengard.

This is a toast to my family.

......

After dinner, Anriel arranged a room for his future father-in-law, Xenophilius, and everyone returned to their rooms one after another.

But after a moment, Anriel came out again.

There was another person by the fire.

Now, only Anriel... and Dumbledore were left in the room.

The old man and the young man were both silent, as if they were reminiscing about the dinner that had just ended.

But actually, it’s not.

At least not in terms of atmosphere.

Dumbledore opened his blue, piercing eyes.

There was a complicated light in his eyes.

Dumbledore was hesitating, wondering whether he should ask Andril... What was he planning?

However, Anriel spoke first, blocking all the questions that Dumbledore wanted to ask but had not yet asked.

At the same time, and not unexpectedly to Dumbledore, a layer of sadness covered the old man's heart:

"My old man, you don't have to worry about my...

I won’t hide anything from you, nor will I think about hiding anything from you…”

Anriel stared at Dumbledore without flinching, with an extremely determined look in his eyes.

“I want to continue my father’s career, but my philosophy is different from his.

We see and know the same future.

If I said 'don't worry' it would sound like a ridiculous joke."

So Anriel won't say it.

Of course Dumbledore couldn't be at ease.

Because this is definitely not something that can make him feel at ease.

"But before that, I have to solve a problem that is right in front of me - it will affect my performance."

Listening to Anriel saying this with a smile, Dumbledore suddenly felt a sense of absurdity...

For a moment, Dumbledore seemed to have such an illusion...

He is the trouble.

But, that's not possible.

The next second, Dumbledore realized what the trouble Anriel was talking about was:

Anriel lowered his eyes and squinted at the crackling, burning firewood.

"Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, You-Know-Who, the Dark Lord... or whatever you want to call him."

Dumbledore sighed softly.

For Anriel now, Voldemort can only be regarded as a trouble, not an obstacle...

In the firelight, the old wrinkles on his face seemed deeper, making him look less energetic than usual.

Dumbledore is indeed old...

"Well, I guess... kid, you want to solve this problem in your own way, right..."

Anriel smiled, as a sign of agreement.

Dumbledore fell silent too -

What else could Anriel have done?

Voldemort is now half dead, barely alive, in the forests of Albania, relying on the Horcruxes to hang on to his last breath...

What else could kill him?

The answer... is obvious.

......

Dumbledore's guess was correct, but he didn't know the identity of Anriel's traveler.

He would not turn all known future events upside down... that would undermine his own advantage of foresight.

He needs to actively cooperate with Voldemort...

Resurrect him.