Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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To be honest, Anriel didn't think that Quirrell's death was something worth mourning.

Dumbledore has a compassionate love, but Andril does not.

For Anriel, it is not easy to protect the people related to him.

The remaining people...if they are useful, save them...

There is no use value... just die.

In other words, in his eyes, Quirrell's death was worthless.

Anriel actually hates people like Quirrell.

He is very much like his "father" in this respect.

Moreover, not only Grindelwald, but also...Voldemort, holds the same view.

They hate those who are disloyal.

such as……

Anriel admired Bellatrix Lestrange very much.

Of course, such people can be imprisoned but not jailed. Voldemort was just lucky to have these two subordinates. Don't worry about whether they are mentally ill or not. Just look at the loyalty of this couple.

The Lestrange couple's spirit of going to jail for their master often made Anriel sigh with regret.

But... compared to Bella's loyalty that was mixed with abnormal love, her husband seemed...

A little cold?

Anriel vaguely remembered that Bella's husband was named Rodolphus. Before entering Azkaban, he was cruel, sadistic, and a pure-blood supremacist.

He willingly used dark magic to torture the Longbottoms, with unspeakable cruelty.

But he had no reaction to being sent to Azkaban.

This was not right, Bella had cried out before entering and being thrown into Azkaban.

She firmly believed that Voldemort would come to save her, so she didn't mind spending a few years or even decades in Azkaban.

In comparison...Rodolphus, as an equally "fanatic" "believer", was too calm.

strangeness……

But of course, Anriel only thought about it a little more deeply, and then turned his thoughts back:

There is still a big difference between them, father and son, and Voldemort.

For example, Voldemort is narrow-minded, while Grindelwald can tolerate and even appreciate opponents who are firm in their beliefs.

He thought it was quite admirable that these people were able to maintain their faith in the face of fear when facing themselves.

And those villains who easily betray for the sake of profit and safety...

Ha ha.

However, there are exceptions, like Severus Snape.

Love makes people sacrifice everything, just like a willful girl, who doesn’t care what the price is, and throws it away wantonly after getting it, or may lose it forever for any reason...

Quite terrifying, yet fascinating.

As for Wormtail...

"We don't count vermin, do we?"

—Severus Snape

While thinking about these things about faith and loyalty, Anriel and his group had already arrived under the devil's net at the entrance of the basement.

Maybe too many things happened that night, or maybe it was because of lack of sleep, Anriel forgot some small things -

At least, it was a small matter for him.

Anriel tiptoed on the ground and flew straight out of the trapdoor amid four astonished gazes.

Seeing the unconscious three-headed dog, Anriel suddenly remembered what he had just done and then he had a headache again.

How to explain it...

......

Three days later, dinner, auditorium.

"Everyone, please pay attention. There are some things that need to be announced--"

Albus Dumbledore tapped his goblet, and the sound was heard by everyone talking and eating in the hall.

"Please go back to your seats in your academy..."

"First of all, I unfortunately inform you that due to some irresistible reasons, our Professor Quirrell has left us forever."

Dumbledore raised his glass. After a moment of silence, everyone seemed to understand something and raised their glasses as well.

Anriel raised an eyebrow but didn't move.

Hey, it's really force majeure.

"Secondly, You-Know-Who, I mean, Voldemort..."

Most people in the auditorium visibly shuddered.

"Not long ago, a conspiracy to make a comeback was planned."

There was an uproar in the Great Hall, and Dumbledore had to knock on his glasses again to quiet everyone down.

"This conspiracy took away one of our professors."

"However, one of our classmates saw through it..."

Dumbledore smiled:

"He bravely and decisively foiled the conspiracy single-handedly!"

The discussion in the auditorium became louder, and everyone was whispering to each other. Several of Anriel's classmates seemed to have thought of something and looked over with shock.

After feeling several burning gazes, Anriel simply stood up.

Suddenly, the eyes of the entire auditorium seemed to be focused on him.

At this moment, he is the protagonist!

Forget it, that's too cheesy...

Anriel suddenly felt guilty and his back wasn't as straight as before.

Dumbledore spoke at the right time to ease the embarrassment:

"So, I decided to present Mr. Grindelwald with a small medal to reward his special contribution to school safety..."

The discussion at the Ravenclaw table gradually became louder, and the students who knew the significance of the "Special Contribution Award to the School" could no longer sit still.

"This means that he has won a 500-point reward for his academy!"

Silence, long silence.

The sudden burst of cheers seemed to make Anriel think he was deaf. Except for Slytherin, the other three houses were cheering desperately -

A 500-point reward, plus the second-place Ravenclaw's score, means...

College Cup!

Although the semester is not over yet, students seem to have started celebrating early.

Angel suddenly became the focus, replacing Harry Potter and his two friends as the center of everyone's cheers.

This feels good, except for the burning gazes from classmates or seniors of the opposite sex...

It’s not that he’s not interested in women, it’s just that these people are…

Too tacky?

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Anriel returned to his single dormitory.

As for the final exam? No kidding, even if Anriel missed the astronomy exam, he would still be the undisputed number one in the grade.

Also, are we forgetting something?

No, I didn't.

The real Philosopher's Stone has now turned into a pair of bracelets, a pair of rings, and a gorgeous necklace...

The remaining stone powder was refined into a bottle of potion by Anriel according to the correct method and was kept.

Anriel is not very interested in this kind of thing. After all, he is not engaged in alchemy, but there will always be people who need it.

Compared to making some drug-addictive elixirs, this crystal stone, which is as bright as blood and as smooth as jade, is more suitable as jewelry.

Anriel didn't know what Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel talked about, but the Philosopher's Stone now belonged to him.

That’s right, Dumbledore knew about this and approved of it. On the night when the Mirror of Erised was moved, Anriel half-jokingly proposed this suggestion to Dumbledore:

And Anriel was obviously surprised that the old man agreed, so the two of them finalized the whole plan.

In other words, even if Quirrell/Voldemort really got the Philosopher's Stone...

It was just a useless piece of glass.

The real Philosopher's Stone never left Anriel's side.

(Qiluo: Who understands, my family!)

You are not the only one who died for fake goods (no mercy).

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A few weeks later, the final exams were over. Some people were happy, some were not so happy, but everyone (perhaps excluding the Slytherins) was very excited at the party before the holidays, and Anriel felt the feeling of being the center of attention again.

To be honest, it feels pretty good.

The medal for "Special Service to the School" was hung in the trophy room, next to Tom Riddle's.

Was he in the same state at the school year party that year?

Perhaps, when the people in the audience looked at Riddle, there would be a little more reverence for him as a savior?

On platform nine and three quarters, Anriel stopped.

The silver eagle eyes on the cane were watching everything in front of it like its master.

The red-haired and enthusiastic Weasley family was now hugging Harry towards the exit;

The Malfoys looked indifferent, and Lucius was lecturing Draco for unknown reasons;

There’s Neville and his strict, imposing grandmother;

And Qiu Zhang was waving goodbye to me...

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Anriel nodded politely and turned his gaze back to Harry Potter——

He didn't know that he had escaped a disaster and was chatting excitedly with the Weasley children, but obviously, the topic was no longer about how they had saved the Philosopher's Stone...

Anriel chuckled and boarded the return train. With a licorice stick in his mouth, he closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

In his dream, he seemed to have returned to the world where he originally lived, and was no longer an orphan in an orphanage...

Two old men with gray beards led him, lived happily, brought him up, and raised him to adulthood, allowing him to live an ordinary life.

Really, strange...

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