Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

In the end...Harry's score was pretty normal.

Bagman gave Harry a ten and Crouch a nine.

Madame Maxime and Karkaroff gave seven and five points respectively, just as Anriel had guessed.

Anriel still gave Harry eight points.

This also led to...

Harry also scored 39 points, the same as Fleur and Krum.

This is a good thing.

After Anriel made several fire dragons in the field "fall asleep", he walked towards the first aid tent at the other end of the field.

He saw a figure in white clothes going in and out, walking back and forth.

That should be Madam Pomfrey... She seemed very unhappy to see a dragon being brought into the school because of the Triwizard Tournament.

Anriel certainly didn't come here to find Krum and Cedric - the two of them were now wrapped up like dumplings, lying on the bed, with only their faces able to move.

Anriel easily found the person he was looking for at the opposite corner of Krum's bed.

"Carmen."

"Ah, Anriel..."

Carmen didn't seem surprised that Anriel came to him right after scoring:

"Go out and talk?"

Anriel nodded.

Carmen rolled off the bed and could see that his broken leg had been reattached.

As they walked out of the tent, Carmen waved her wand casually, and Madam Pomfrey, who passed by them, acted as if she didn't see them.

"You connected it yourself?"

Anriel tilted his head to look at Carmen and asked with a smile.

"Of course...Madam Pomfrey is an excellent healer, but she is not an alchemist."

Carmen smiled, bent down and pulled off the gauze wrapped around her leg.

Pink new tender flesh, dark red blood scabs, and...

Translucent bionic bones and tendons.

"Hey, man, you didn't see through me the moment my leg was broken, did you?"

Carmen looked at Anriel's expression of interest as he examined his broken leg, sighed, and asked with a desperate look.

"That's it."

Anriel nodded, then shook his head.

"It's mainly because you look so rich."

"?"

A vivid question mark appeared on Carmen's face.

"This Hornet of mine has been specially modified. Besides being unable to kill people, it can do many things that ordinary fire dragons cannot do."

Anriel said slowly:

"Even its dragon flames can't stop spraying alchemical creations, at least yellow..."

He glanced at Carmen:

"So don't play dumb with me. Your body is a rubidium, and you cut off that leg yourself. Don't blame me, you little psychopath."

Carmen grinned.

Anriel continued to ask him:

"Where are you? Why don't you come out and talk to me?"

"Oh... I'm in the Durmstrang delegation and can't get away for the time being."

Carmen shrugged, her tone somewhat helpless.

Anriel nodded:

"Then what should I call you from now on? Should I still call you Carmen, or...

By your sage name?"

Most alchemists are respected as sages, and have their own sage names passed down from generation to generation, which can be passed on to their most proud disciples.

This "Carmen"...

"Ah... you guessed even this..."

"Carmen" stuck out his tongue, and Anriel looked at him as if he were a wisdom stick.

"Okay, let me formally introduce myself--

The Puppet Master, Muskree Crown."

Carmen, or rather Mascorie, held out a hand.

Anriel shook it.

"Anriel, Anriel Grindelwald, the supreme creation of artificial beings."

This might be the most thorough self-exposure Anriel has made since he traveled through time.

Never question the other person's professionalism. Long before Anriel recognized Carmen's identity as a cyborg, Maskre had already recognized Anriel's identity as a cyborg.

Hiding things from each other... there's really no point, because you can't hide it.

The Puppet Sage Mascori is the name of a sage from the most famous alchemy family in Italy - the Clown clan.

Mascori means masquerade in Italian... because the ancestors of the Crown family were jesters who won the emperor's favor with puppets and stage plays.

Although Carmen's identity is questionable, since the person in front of him inherited the name of Mascori, he is the current head of the Clown family.

Masquerade Clown.

This family has been studying human alchemy since ancient times. They can be said to be a group of lunatics.

But their madness has moral integrity and connotation——

For hundreds of years, this family has believed in the principle of voluntariness, and all alchemical materials are obtained through "legitimate transactions", which is also a kind of contractual power.

If we have to categorize it, it should be considered lawful evil under the system.

"So, what is your purpose?"

Anriel asked this rather sensitive question casually - he knew that Maskrey's target was not him, and he was only curious about his true nature.

Mainly because... I have a soul.

This goes against the beliefs of the "Puppet Sage".

And Maskrey was obviously not a fool. He knew that there was no way he could beat Anriel.

Then just make friends and take it as a reference...

However, Maskerri's answer surprised Anriel:

"I want to see if the descendants of that great revolutionary whom I have only seen in textbooks are as great as him?"

"Interesting, what do you see?"

Anriel asked with a smile.

Mascorie grinned:

"It's really good."

This tone is very old-fashioned.

But Anriel knew this guy's true face...

A ten-year-old kid talks so maturely...

Hard to collapse.

"So are you planning on winning the Triwizard Tournament along the way?"

Anriel changed the subject.

"No, it's too much trouble. I don't need money."

Mascori manipulated Carmen to shake his head:

"Don't change the subject yet... I have another question."

Anriel curled his lips, not quite used to dealing with such a straightforward and smart person:

"Then ask."

"Don't you want to start a revolution? I'll join you in making a revolution. It's nothing. I just can't stand those people who are just sitting there doing nothing."

"?"

Now, it was Anriel's turn to be full of question marks...

Bro, do I know you well?

We've only talked for a few minutes and you're already talking to me about treason?

Although I do have this thought...

But you are a high-level alchemist who is praised by everyone and is now enjoying the vested interests of the regime...why do you want to rebel?

Anriel adjusted his expression and replied to Maskerri with a smile:

“Yes, but there are entry barriers.”

"What threshold?"

"Can you please... die for a moment?"

Anriel smiled and raised his left hand. On his thumb, the Resurrection Stone with the hideous mark of death engraved on it looked extremely gloomy under the bright sunlight...