Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"A broom without a label... a Christmas present?"

Anriel turned slightly, and Luna looked over curiously.

"Yes... I think... No, I doubt it, it was given to Harry by Sirius Black."

Anriel nodded without comment, because it was indeed true, but he could still say something.

He did have this question:

"So, Miss Granger, why didn't you go to see your head of house, Professor McGonagall?

Even if you go to my head of house, Professor Filius Flitwick - I can't be more expert in Charms than him - that's fine.

Why did you choose to come to me?"

Anriel wrapped his arms around Luna's slender waist, put his ten fingers together in front of him, and looked at Hermione in front of him with a scrutinizing look.

"Because... eh? ...Because..."

Hermione was speechless for a moment - because she didn't know why.

However, in an instant, she understood...

It was her subconscious that told herself——

Anriel was better able to "solve" this than Mag could.

Hermione is the representative of "rationality", but she joined the "emotional" Gryffindor.

When these two incompatible and even somewhat repulsive emotions merge into the same body and the same soul——

This will result in the following situation:

Hermione knew that Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick would be able to quickly solve this problem from a spell perspective...

But they couldn't solve the problem at its root - solve Sirius.

And Anriel has this ability.

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For Hermione herself, this was not a good thing.

Under Anriel's influence, Hermione's contempt for the rules seemed to become even more serious.

After her "rational" thinking, she came to the conclusion that "strong personal strength is the best solution to the problem"...

But this is a good thing for Anriel.

Now in the decision Hermione made subconsciously, the chance of trusting Anriel was greater than trusting McGonagall.

Maybe this will be a powerful assistant in the future.

"Go find Professor McGonagall and tell her about this..."

An Rui paused, looked into Hermione's eyes, and said:

"However, I will continue to pay attention to this matter... Go ahead."

Anriel smiled widely, and Hermione froze for a moment, blushing a little.

She walked in the direction of Professor McGonagall.

"Is that all right, young sir?"

Luna leaned against Anriel and asked her lover in an ethereal tone.

"Which one do you mean, Mr. Potter's broom..."

Anriel lowered his head, so that their conversation could not be heard by any third person.

"You know what I'm talking about..."

Luna pouted, turned around and lay on Anriel's chest:

"Hermione is a good person..."

Anriel chuckled:

"Why, am I not?"

"Are you?"

Luna asked back, then she hugged Anriel's neck and kissed him.

Anriel held the girl in his arms. He never underestimated Luna's wisdom.

The child had now figured out that he was mentally inducing Hermione.

To use some of the more fashionable words from Anriel's previous life, it is PUA.

But looking at the current situation...

Luna didn't try to persuade him, not even a word.

Is this acquiescence... or indulgence... or compromise?

Even if Anriel is not a good person?

......

In this matter, Anriel does not need Hermione to provide him with information too frequently——

Because Professor McGonagall had also come to invite him.

She wanted Anriel to help with the anti-curse detection of the Firebolt.

Anriel readily agreed, for there was no curse on the Firebolt at all.

However, the current situation is much friendlier to Harry Potter.

After all, this time, his Nimbus 2000 was not smashed into pieces by the Whomping Willow...

Even if the Firebolt was confiscated, he at least still had a pretty good broomstick.

"No card, no note... I've written a note to Quidditch Boutique, and they said the Firebolt with this number was purchased anonymously, and paid in cash."

Professor McGonagall placed the Firebolt on the table in front of Anriel, with Professor Flitwick standing beside her.

Sometimes, Anriel couldn't help but sigh that Professor McGonagall's decisive character was really...absolute.

All in all, less than 15 minutes after the dinner ended, McGonagall had already confiscated Harry Potter's new Firebolt...

It was even placed in front of Anriel who was about to set off...

"Well, Professor McGonagall, look...

Checking this broom is a delicate job, it takes a long time... and our Mr. Potter has a broom to ride on...

So can you wait until I come back to do this?"

Anriel's tone of voice seemed to be quite easygoing, but in fact, he didn't give Mag any right to choose at all...

After saying "Excuse me", Anriel turned and left.

In the Ravenclaw common room, Anriel reached out and Luna's coat and cloak appeared on the side of the couch, hanging smoothly down a few inches from the ground, with the lapels still fluttering slightly.

"Ah~ Don't you even need to go back to the dormitory now, little sir?"

Luna looked quite happy.

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Madam Malkin's robe shop.

"Good afternoon, both of you. What can I do for you?"

"Ah, good afternoon, Madam Malkin... I need two dress robes, custom made...

Let me see...how about 500 Galleons each?"

Anriel lifted the hem of a dress, twisted the texture, and made an offer that Madam Malkin couldn't refuse.

The latter was all smiles - this was a rare big customer.

"Okay, okay... Of course no problem... Then, regarding the requirements..."

"It's for me and her, made into... couple outfits of the same style - how do you think it is?"

Anriel asked Luna for her opinion and got the reply, "It's all up to you."

"Let me see... sky blue and white? Or lake blue?

I don’t know much about this aspect…making clothes…

Maybe a pattern made of gold and silver threads would look better? No, no, no... it doesn't need to be too dazzling...

Gold...isn't it a bit too flashy?

But it seems nice to be more fancy, right? "

Anriel kept making some subtle requests, and Madam Malkin did not find it troublesome at all, correcting them over and over again according to the requirements -

Are you kidding? This is a list worth one thousand gold galleons!

Although Madam Malkin would occasionally provide luxury clothing, even so, one thousand gold galleons was enough for her to earn for three to five months.

If this deal fell through, Madam Malkin would be so stupid as to die.

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