Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

And then kill him completely...

As for whether it matters whether Harry Potter lives or dies from a certain point in time...

Haha, need I say more...

And after kicking away the stumbling block of Voldemort...

That was the era of Anriel.

He is very dreamy.

The Mirror of Erised reflects what people have always desired but can never obtain...

Is not it?

By the way, Anriel's cheap father eventually lost his power and was defeated because he was obsessed with the pursuit of the holy weapon...

Anriel feels that most of his ideas are good...

He shrugged.

My own social theory is basically logically self-consistent.

After filling some gaps, it can be called a program.

Why do I have this illusion similar to the one when a programmer checks Shi Shan's code?

Anriel and Dumbledore stood up almost at the same time.

Nothing else to do, time to go to bed.

Now that we've brought it all up, there's nothing more to say. I'll go back to my room and take a nap.

This is the day before Christmas, neither Christmas Day nor Carnival. Why would you stay up so late for nothing?

The next morning, when Anriel woke up, Luna was curled up in his arms, sleeping peacefully with an inexplicable blush on her face.

"What did you dream about..."

Anriel laughed and leaned over to give her a kiss on the forehead:

"Merry Chrismas."

......

"Oh, a gift—"

When the two came out of the room hand in hand, a big Christmas tree came into view.

"Hey, kid, looks like you're doing well!"

Anriel's eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice.

He turned around in surprise, and Luna also looked back.

Anriel's tone was filled with unconcealed joy:

"grandmother!"

Although the generation is not right, it doesn't matter——

Given Dumbledore's age, Andriel still has to call him grandpa.

Bathilda Bagshot was standing at the gate wearing big sunglasses and smiling happily.

"I told Dumbledore not to tell you. I wanted to give you a surprise."

Anriel nodded.

“It’s really a surprise.”

He then introduced Luna:

"This is my grandmother, Bathilda, Bathilda Bagshot - the author of your History of Magic textbook.

She took care of me and raised me.”

"You little brat, you've already found a girlfriend after not seeing each other for a few years?

Such a lovely child... Tell me, what sweet words did you use?"

Faced with Bathilda's enthusiasm, Luna was a little overwhelmed and moved closer to Anriel.

However, she felt that Anriel should be very happy now.

......

This year, Anriel received a sweater as a Christmas gift. It was a new style with some North American style patterns on it.

Ghros had set out two days ago, taking away the Christmas gift that Anriel had prepared for Bathilda.

So Anriel doesn't seem to have anything to give away right now...

Even if Bathilda doesn't care, Anriel does.

After thinking it over, Anriel handed Bathilda a long box and told her to open it after returning to America.

That's right, Bathilda has settled in America. She is an active old lady who never sits still.

Because it was so professional, it affected Bathilda's entire life - when she decided to settle in America, she had already begun to compile a history of American magic.

Anriel had nothing to say about this.

Although it is the Christmas holiday, there are still many things to do.

Anriel remembered that Sirius gave Harry a Firebolt today.

Sure enough, at the breakfast table, Anriel saw that Hermione didn't look very good...

There are reasons such as "she thinks the Firebolt is cursed, but Ron and Harry don't believe it", and "the conflict between Crookshanks and Ben is irreconcilable".

Dumbledore kindly invited Xenophilius and Bathilda to taste the cooking of the Hogwarts house-elves (Dumbledore and Anriel cooked last night). The two did not refuse and went downstairs to the hall for breakfast together.

Now, Professor Trelawney couldn't scare Harry with her "thirteen people are eating, whoever stands up first dies first" rhetoric.

But when Anriel actually came downstairs, his face turned ugly...

Is it fate?

......

Anriel recalled very carefully what happened today in the book, but it was too detailed for him to remember.

In fact, there are two first-year students and a fifth-year Slytherin in the original book.

But now, the Slytherin fifth year and one of the first years were gone.

Dumbledore sat in the middle.

Anriel thought about it and sat in the third seat to Dumbledore's right.

He didn't know what the point of doing this was.

He just didn't want to believe that this world would always pour a basin of cold water on him that would make his hair stand on end when he was most confident.

Luna and Bathilda sat between him and Dumbledore, Luna next to Anriel, and Xenophilius next to Dumbledore, on his left.

Professors McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and Flitwick arrived.

The four Heads of House sat on Xenophilius' side, on the opposite side from Anriel - McGonagall and Snape sat at the ends, and the first-year Gryffindor sat on the inside next to Professor McGonagall.

"Merry Christmas."

Ron, Harry and Hermione arrived.

They sat side by side next to Anriel, at the end of the table.

Anriel made small talk by opening a lottery ticket and started chatting with Luna and the trio.

"Ah, it's getting late... shall we start eating?"

Dumbledore said cheerfully, wearing a lady's hat on his head.

The door of the Great Hall opened and Professor Trelawney slid over, as if on wheels.

Dumbledore welcomed this, and Trelawney took the seat at the edge, next to Professor McGonagall.

By now, all thirteen people had taken their seats.

Anriel and Dumbledore raised their glasses together.

"Merry Christmas."

The morning sun shines through the window onto the dining table, as if adding a layer of gold to the dinner scene, like a beautiful painting...