Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Dumbledore realized that his vocabulary had expanded.

"Goo-"

On the aviary, Fox, who was already quite old, cried out, as if a sick person was gasping for breath. After that, he buried his bald head in his feathers that were almost falling off.

Dumbledore picked up the parchment on the table, scanned it up and down, then folded it and glanced at Fawkes worriedly.

"Let Ghroth go. Fawkes looks like he can't fly to the Ministry of Magic."

Anriel thought for a moment and added:

"Actually, I can go."

Dumbledore shook his head and handed the letter to Andriel.

The meaning of these two actions is:

If you can't go, send it out as quickly as possible.

Anriel put the letter in his arms and took a step forward. The air twisted for a moment... and Anriel's figure disappeared.

Dumbledore frowned and turned to the portraits of past headmasters hanging on the wall:

“We need to mobilize all possible channels of information to quickly find the missing Mr. Kress.

I hope he is still alive.

Hogwarts...

It’s possible that we are facing the same crisis as we did 50 years ago.”

All the headmasters' portraits agreed, even Phineas Black, who rarely made any excuses and turned around and disappeared from the picture.

Because this is about Hogwarts, not anyone's private matter.

Soon, there was only one portrait left in the room.

"Dumbledore, it's Tom, isn't it."

Although it sounds like a question, the tone is stating a fact.

"I'm sorry, it's him, Mr. Dippet."

After hearing this answer, a layer of sadness covered Armando Dippet's brow. He said nothing more and turned to join the team of other former principals who were looking for William Cress.

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Forbidden forest.

"Just throw the letter to Fudge. If he wants to come, wait for him for a while and bring him to me. If he doesn't come, you can come back to me yourself."

Anriel straightened Gheros' feathers and gave instructions.

Ghroth cried out to show that he understood, then flapped his wings and flew into the clouds.

Anriel repeated his old trick and disappeared into the forbidden forest.

......

"Anriel, what do you think he is?"

Dumbledore asked without turning around, just closing his eyes.

Obviously, this sentence uses "He" instead of "It", which means...

"I don't know, but it definitely couldn't be him. Half a year is definitely not enough for him to recuperate enough to control the basilisk.

Besides, if someone is possessed...it can be seen.

As for taking over another body or creating another one...

Oh, if it were that easy, I wouldn’t have been perfected for fifty years.”

Anriel snorted and looked out the window. A hint of paleness had already appeared on the horizon.

"It's most likely a Horcrux."

After hearing Anriel's conclusion, Dumbledore looked quite embarrassed.

Anriel knew why——

It is much easier to find Voldemort who is hiding and causing trouble in the school than to find a mysterious object that leaves no trace and can be big or small.

Is the Horcrux owner a man or a woman? What age is she?

Don't know at all.

Of course, Anriel could have rushed directly to Ginny's Riddle Box, but he couldn't speak Parseltongue after all.

Therefore, the hidden danger of the basilisk itself is still there and the problem cannot be solved.

Anriel picked up the Sorting Hat from the shelf and looked at it in his hand.

The old naughty boy hat was making a face at him.

What should I say? It's a hat made with Gryffindor's thinking.

Dumbledore glanced at Anriel, ignored him, and continued to think of a solution.

Anriel put the hat on his head.

A small voice sounded in his mind, a voice he had heard two years and a few months ago.

"Ahaha - these past two years have been pretty good, right? Are you satisfied with the academy? Do you approve of my choice?"

The hat quipped, knowing that Anriel couldn't have worn it for this purpose.

The hat and the man were silent.

Anriel chuckled in his heart and thought calmly:

"Hat, I'm curious about something."

"Hmm? What's the matter you don't understand that you want to ask me?"

The hat laughed:

"You are one of the smartest Ravenclaw students I have ever been assigned to."

An Ruideng paused and said faintly:

......

"Hat, tell me, is Godric Gryffindor still alive?"

......

This is what Anriel suddenly thought of.

Or was it this year's diary that gave him inspiration...

It's so similar, so similar.

This hat contains the memories implanted by Gryffindors of that era...

The four giants each have their own ideas...

They clearly recognize their own unique existence, have independent consciousness, and can even analyze the situation and give their own suggestions to the school!

That was the year 990 AD!

Is this appropriate for a magical object that has lasted for thousands of years?

"Ahaha - who knows, although it's impossible for someone to live for a thousand years, if it's a Gryffindor, maybe it's possible?"

The hat seemed to answer Anriel, but then seemed to change the subject.

There is no attempt to cover up the truth, nor is there any unnecessary surprise. This is the most appropriate and normal reaction.

The hat grinned on top of Anriel's head, and threads spurted out of the big crack like saliva.

"Anriel, go back. We have done everything we can tonight."

Dumbledore's kind but tired voice sounded.

Anriel put the hat back.

He didn't know why he asked this question, nor did he know why Dumbledore didn't let him go to the Ministry of Magic to deliver the letter but stayed here doing nothing.

unless……

Anriel thought of a possibility, his eyebrows drooped, and he controlled the expression on his face.

"Well, good morning, sir."

When Anriel looked up, there was a joking expression on his face.

He left the principal's office.

......

When Anriel pushed open the door, his eyes were attracted by a bunch of strange decorations.

There were oddly shaped wooden pendants, two pots of orange radishes - Anriel remembered they were called airship radishes, and a gorgeous-looking dream catcher.

Luna lay on the bed in her pajamas and this time she was really asleep.

Seeing this scene, how could Anriel not know that this little girl was pretending to sleep, twice.

There were some scraps of wood on the desk, which had probably been a small pile of wand wood scraps a few hours ago -

Now they are made into wood chip pendants.

Maybe Luna thought this dormitory was too empty?

Anriel raised the corner of his mouth slightly, pulled an armchair over to the bed, sat down and planned to take a nap for a while.

A fine buzzing sound was heard.

Anriel suddenly opened his eyes, and the stars in his pupils began to spin.

A swarm of tiny, winged insects was swirling around his head.

This is the harassment fly.