Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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After translating it in Harry's language system, Anriel seemed to mean -

It's okay, just do it boldly and don't let anyone else find out. Also, don't blame Snape if something bad happens.

Isn't this just watching the fun and making trouble?

Anriel looked at Harry's confused and speechless expression, and smiled with relief.

"If you want to do anything illegal in the future, remember to report it to me. No one wants you to die so early—

Of course, we all know that Voldemort is not human."

After a while, Harry was surprised to find that this senior who was on the same level as the professor seemed to have nothing to say to him -

Anriel had already started feeding the birds with a small pile of gorgeous and exquisite looking small fruits.

"Sir... no, I mean, Anriel..."

Harry opened his mouth and was startled by the honorifics that came out of his mouth. It seemed that because the atmosphere was too subtle and the aura around Anriel was too similar to that of professors like McGonagall and Snape, Harry couldn't help but regard Anriel as an elder.

But this did not stop him from saying what he wanted to say.

"We think... Malfoy might be the heir of Slytherin."

Anriel threw the last millet fruit in his hand, and Fox raised his neck to catch it. He looked back at Harry:

"It's a good idea, don't think about it next time."

Harry: ...?

"But... maybe fifty years ago... Malfoy's father?"

Anriel explained:

"Where's the evidence? You can't say a man isn't a good person just because he doesn't look like one—Hagrid looks pretty fierce.

Although what Lucius and Draco did proves that they are not good people."

"Uh……"

Harry was a little confused. Anriel knew that Malfoy and his son were not good people, so why did he still say that he was wrong...

what……

Harry seemed to understand, but as expected, Anriel explained in the next sentence:

"Your suspicion may have some truth to it, but it is definitely untenable.

Do you know how old Lucius Malfoy is?"

Harry obviously didn't know.

"So what year is this year?"

"1992 years..."

"Then let me tell you, Lucius Malfoy was born in 1954 and is less than years old this year."

"Ah this..." Harry was speechless.

On the contrary, Anriel looked at Harry's reaction and asked with interest:

"Why, does Lucius look old? Not to me."

Harry was even more embarrassed - the three of them were so wrong!

Anriel curled his lips.

"Lucius Malfoy doesn't just lack the age, he also lacks the skill and strength.

With the Malfoy family's shallow background, let alone an heir, he can only be a follower at best.

If he were the heir of Slytherin, the basilisk would kill him first."

When Angel said this, his expression didn't change at all, as if what he had just said were just some insignificant little things, which really scared Harry.

But it sounds reasonable.

"But who could that be..."

After observation, Anriel found that Harry really didn't know and was not pretending.

He was a little puzzled. Shouldn't the "savior" be so slow? Last year's incident had clearly proved that Voldemort was not completely dead...

Anriel glanced at Harry and said calmly:

"It's not who,"

The oak door opened silently behind Harry, signaling that this conversation was over.

"The question is, how."

Anriel repeated Dumbledore's original words, ignored Harry's confused look, and closed the door of the headmaster's office.

......

Christmas.

The importance of Christmas in the West is self-evident. The arrival of this important festival seems to have alleviated the panic of some students.

After the term is over, no one is nervous enough to hawk giant purple onions.

Although some people may still buy it...

Anriel also enjoyed the festive atmosphere. Not many people stayed on campus, so he was happy to have some free time.

Luna went home for the holiday. Although it was a bit regrettable, there would be many opportunities to celebrate Christmas together in the future, so this one wouldn't make a difference.

Looking at it from another perspective, Anriel can do something fancy this Christmas without any worries.

such as……

"Cheers to Christmas."

Anriel raised his glass and saw Harry and the other two sneaking out of the hall from the corner of his eye.

Their targets, Crabbe and Goyle, were currently eating and drinking.

Not surprisingly, they were both still able to eat so much after dessert was served, not to mention two small pieces of chocolate cake.

Anriel stood up and walked to Dumbledore, leaned over and whispered something, then slipped out of the hall.

He hid in the shadow of a pillar in the foyer.

The trio's plan went well until Anriel pretended to walk out of the hallway by accident.

Harry and Ron's faces turned pale.

They suddenly knew what the most fatal point in Hermione's so-called plan was -

If anyone witnessed any of the events during the implementation of this plan, they would not be able to give any reasonable explanation.

For example, he was caught knocking out Crabbe and Goyle;

For example, being seen while mixing the final step of the Polyjuice Potion;

Or maybe... while he was transforming, a creature that was half Goyle and half Harry appeared and was caught red-handed.

These are fatal loopholes.

However, Anriel's words almost made the two of them pop their eyes out;

"Move quickly, time is running out."

Ron had a confused expression on his face, as if he was doubting his life.

Harry suddenly remembered what Anriel said to him in Dumbledore's office...

"Ron! Come on, Anriel won't take care of this!"

Harry lowered his voice and pulled harder on Goyle's arms, trying to get the tall, muscular boy into the broom shed.

Ron was skeptical, but his hands moved very quickly - although he didn't understand, his execution was outstanding.

The two men quickly pulled out some hair from Crabbe and Goyle and took their shoes.

Harry also glanced at Angel, and after finding that the latter had no intention of stopping them, he boldly ran to Myrtle's bathroom.

Anriel overtook the two at a speed that was infinitely close to low-altitude flying.

As it stands, Anriel arrived at the destination first.

Hermione was holding the strange, muddy potion.

"Harry? You got—"

Hermione turned around after hearing the voice, only to see Anriel's face.

She was startled and quickly calmed down.

Hermione's 16-core brain began to work at full speed, beating 99% of the people in the country.

"Hermione…we…we got the hair!"

Harry and Ron pushed open the door, gasping.

Hermione figured out most things immediately.

Apart from not knowing why Anriel didn't want to take care of such a serious violation of school rules and regulations, Hermione had deduced the rest of the process almost exactly.

Time is running out. Since Anriel doesn't care, let's do it first to show our respect!