Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Upstairs, Harry Potter looked at the house-elf in his room that was jumping up and down, and he couldn't hide the extreme astonishment in his eyes.

Downstairs, a dinner party was taking place and everything seemed normal.

"Clap-"

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The next second, a goshawk that looked extremely ferocious with cold eyes smashed the glass and crashed into the house.

Then, the bird of prey acted as if nothing had happened. It raised its beak, adjusted its feathers, and picked out a few pieces of glass that could not hurt him at all.

The bird-fearing lady let out a short scream, then fell back in a daze and fainted.

But of course, if she could still think clearly...

What happens next might make her realize that fainting is actually a good option.

Under the horrified gaze of the builders and drilling rig suppliers, the goshawk landed, spread its wings, and then dramatically changed its shape.

A young man in black appeared in the living room!

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Anriel dusted off his windbreaker and casually waved his wand at the Masons. A blinding white light flashed across the sides of their heads.

"Once you forget, everything is empty."

The flickering halo enveloped the two Muggles, and their eyes gradually became blurred.

Anriel wasn't very interested in modifying their memories of today bit by bit.

"Hmm... so the purpose of you organizing this pleasant little gathering today is... to show me... the drilling machine? Hmm?"

Anriel looked at Dursley inquiringly, and the latter nodded dully.

A blue light mixed into the white halo, and a forged memory floated into the minds of the builder and his wife. They could vaguely see the scene of several people parting amicably at the end of the dinner.

Anriel's choice was to directly delete all their memories of the past few hours and replace them with a new one...

Mr. and Mrs. Mason walked out of the room mechanically and sluggishly, closing the door behind them as the Dursleys looked on in horror.

When the three turned around to look at Anriel, the unexpected guest, he was already holding a letter in his hand.

The signature is, Department of Magic Prohibition Against Abuse.

It seems that Ms. Mafalda sent this warning letter without knowing the nature of Anriel...

Well, how much money do you make a month? Are you so dedicated?

Anriel waved his hand, and a piece of yellow parchment floated in front of him. It was as if an invisible feather pen began to write on the paper, and dark blue ink appeared:

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"Dear Ms. Mafalda, before you question me, please go upstairs and ask a gentleman named Cornelius Fudge and Ms. Bones on the second floor... Ask them if they are willing to send out Aurors."

"Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that all of them will be sacrificed."

"But please rest assured, this is not a threat. For further details, please consult the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, Mr. Albus Percival Dumbledore."

"If you have confirmed the above things... I think you should understand that the "Law on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards" should be of no use to me."

"So, have a nice evening."

"Enter Angel Grindelwald."

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Ah, this should be considered a note, not a letter.

Anriel read it and at least felt good about it, so the letter twisted and disappeared in a blue flame.

Then Anriel turned around, looked at the two people who were stunned, and smiled brightly:

"Good evening, Mr. and Ms. Dursley."

This was actually the way Anriel had planned to appear long ago. It was very handsome, at least in line with his own aesthetic concept, and it could also serve as a sufficient deterrent...

But obviously, this way of appearance would only make Vernon Dursley feel more embarrassed and angry.

"you……"

"Stop." Anriel stretched out a finger and pointed at Vernon's fat face. The next moment, it was as if his neck was suddenly strangled.

His purple face puffed up, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

"I know what you want to say, yes, I am trespassing.

Call the police or sue me, or pounce on me and bite me like a mad dog. These are all options you can choose. Of course, there is another option I recommend you do now: shut up and stay there and listen. "

An Rui paused, looked at Vernon's reaction, and seemed to feel that it had taken effect, so he stopped looking at him and looked at the ceiling.

"Two little guys eavesdropping upstairs, I give you five seconds to come down, both of you, don't play tricks on me, especially that house elf."

Anriel's voice is very penetrating——

It was a physical penetrating force. Harry and Dobby upstairs covered their heads in pain...

Their heads just felt a sharp pain for a moment.

A moment later, a strange-looking creature, which looked extremely dirty to Aunt Petunia, and a skinny little boy appeared in the living room - who also looked dirty to Petunia.

It was hard to tell which of the elf and the little boy annoyed Petunia more.

Anriel turned to Harry:

"You have half an hour. Now, go pack your things."

Under Anriel's gaze, Vernon handed over the key to the storage room where Harry's magical supplies were locked. In fact, even if he didn't hand it over... it would be useless.

After throwing the key to Harry, Anriel turned to the Malfoy family's house-elf, Dobby.

Actually...Anriel doesn't like it.

The reason is simple.

Dobby is not a loyal little guy.

Although for a master like the Malfoys, disloyalty is not a big problem.

This little thing is too self-centered, yet has never dared to resist.

But everything it did for Harry seemed to be done with good intentions.

Anyway, Anriel couldn't accept it.

Anriel treated Wormtail and Dobby equally, although it was a bit awkward to put these two guys together, but...

The camps are different, one good and one evil.

But to Anriel, he didn't like what they did, and it didn't change because of their positions or actions.

As a superior, Anriel doesn't like this kind of people.

Correspondingly, Anriel admires Barty Crouch Jr. and Bellatrix very much, and this is not biased by who they are loyal to.

It is understandable to betray for the sake of belief. Regardless of whether it is acceptable or not, at least it is understandable.

But most betrayals are for profit, for one's own safety...

Betrayal because of such boring stuff...haha.

Of course...there are also those who betray for love, and this needs to be discussed separately.

Love is so unreasonable.

When it comes, beliefs, positions, loyalty, interests, and even life safety...

All of you just go away and play with yourselves.

Although we cannot say that there is no such thing as extremely rational love...

Have you seen it?

I haven't seen it anyway.

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Of course, whether from the perspective of identity or any other angle, there is nothing much to say between Anriel and this house-elf.

It bowed timidly, or at least twitched comically, and disappeared into the living room with a "pop", disapparating.

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"Okay, let me explain. First, introduce myself. My name is Anriel. I'm your nephew's senior. The purpose of my visit today is to pick him up."

"Where to take it?"

Vernon blurted out, then noticed that his vocal abilities were no longer restricted, and a few less than clean syllables came out of his mouth.

"Mr. Dursley, I suggest you learn some etiquette. This is your first time, and I don't want you to do it again...even if you are one of Harry's relatives."

Anriel's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his sharp gaze swept over Uncle Vernon, causing the latter to shudder as if he had been electrocuted.

Then he calmed down a bit, but his face was still purple and red, and he looked very angry.

Obviously, when he asked this question, he hoped to get an answer like "correctional facility" or "prison".

"That's fine...mind yourself, Mr. Dursley."

Anriel stared at the staircase with his sharp eyes of different colors, and said casually. The voice entered Vernon's ears like a piece of ice sliding into his blood vessels.

"Clang-clang-clang-"

The sound of a suitcase being dragged up the stairs was heard, and Harry appeared at the top of the stairs, standing next to a suitcase that was taller than him when erected, looking at the senior with a bit of disbelief.

So, where would Anriel take him?

It doesn't matter, as long as he is not at the Dursleys' house and no longer stays at Privet Drive, he can go anywhere... he thought so.

A few minutes later, the two men stood at the side of the road, with the large box hanging about half a foot off the ground.

"Uh, Anriel, where are we going?"

Harry was still a little confused.

"Ah, don't worry, we are waiting for a bus..."

Anriel stretched out his wand and protected the box beside him with his other hand.

In a flash, he jumped back -

Along with Harry's trunk, but not Harry himself...

The next second, a double-decker bus pulled up in front of Harry, the front end of the bus only a quarter of an inch away from the tip of his nose.

"what!"

Harry screamed, took a half step back and sat down on the ground.

Hedwig was clattering around in the cage next to her.

"Hey, guys, get in the car!"

The car door slammed open, and a young man with freckles on his face stood there, wearing a conductor's uniform.

"This is the Knight Bus...and this is the conductor, Stan Thornpark."

Anriel waved his wand and the box flew onto the luggage rack. He turned around and introduced it to the stunned Harry.

Harry had just recovered from the shock of being almost hit by a car, and was now shocked to realize that "the bus seemed to have suddenly fallen from the sky."

"Okay Stan, we need to go to...Autrey-St...St. Catchpole Village...Two Galleons, no need to look for them, we need to be there before tomorrow morning."

"Ah... okay, okay - but man... uh... I mean... are you of age?"

Anriel ignored this guy. If he tried to explain, this chatterbox would talk for a long time.

With a roar, the entire bus disappeared into the night.