Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

In Sirius's situation back then, even Dumbledore wanted to help him get rid of the crime but there was insufficient evidence.

Anriel couldn't help but shook his head. He didn't quite understand -

Is there anyone more trustworthy than Albus Dumbledore in the fight against Voldemort?

If Albus Dumbledore really was the Potter family's secret keeper, it would be just like the saying goes:

Voldemort could have pressed his nose to the glass of the Potters' living room and not have spotted them.

Dumbledore thought about the information Anriel had just given him:

"Okay, kid... I got it, go back to sleep."

Anriel nodded, leaving Dumbledore standing by the window, curling his beard with his long fingers, seemingly thinking about something.

......

July, the second to last weekend.

Anriel greeted Dumbledore and then came to the forest farm.

With a whistle, a dark animal shadow emerged from the woods.

Anriel turned over and stepped onto Nightmare and left the school.

His destination was a strange house that looked like a castle a few miles north of Ron's home.

Anriel has dealt with almost all the troubles that could be encountered during the holidays.

If you don't count Sirius Black's prison break.

The main thing is that it has nothing to do with him, Anriel.

Originally, Anriel actually wanted to go and see Harry Potter, and see if he could encounter a big, scary black dog or something.

Unfortunately, the unusual movement of the resurrection stone forced Anriel to cancel the trip decisively and instead spent two months looking for clues about the ancient family.

Antiochus, Cadmus, Ignotus...

Among those true and false legends and historical facts, An Rui speculated an interesting phenomenon:

The inheritance of the Elder Wand relies on "death", and the inheritance of the Invisibility Cloak relies on "bloodline".

What does the inheritance of the Resurrection Stone rely on?

Anriel had some guesses, but couldn't be sure.

Those who got the Resurrection Stone and successfully understood its most basic function, didn't they become the true owners of the Resurrection Stone...

It means becoming the eternal puppet of this Stone of the Dead.

Unfortunately, for all the information Anriel found, until he passed it to that old idiot Gaunt...

No one can escape unscathed after mastering the power of "resurrection" from the Resurrection Stone.

Anriel would not back down, but he knew that he had to make some preparations.

He still has plenty of time, so there is no need to rush.

And for the holiday, the Lovegood home was his last stop.

The nightmare flapped its wings high in the sky, its bony wings beating the air, carrying its master into the distance at an astonishing speed.

No blocking, no attack.

Anriel is not a troubled savior like Harry Potter.

Judging from his background, image, and even any other aspect, Anriel should be the evil and terrifying devil.

It's good enough that he doesn't attack others, why would anyone attack him?

(Voldemort: No thanks.)

The crooked house with the big chimney appeared in Anriel's sight.

Because of visual reasons, the house is now not much bigger than an ant - but Anriel still sees it.

The Nightmare flew for some distance and then descended obediently.

Anriel was sure that this was not an illusion.

Nightmare can actually feel his own thoughts, rather than just obeying his own commands.

I really don't know where Dumbledore found it from...

With two "clatters", the horse's hooves landed on the ground.

Anriel jumped off the Nightmare's back and gently knocked on the old wooden door with a handwritten sign hanging on it.

[Editor-in-Chief of The Quibbler, X. Lovegood]

There was a sound of footsteps descending the stairs from behind the door, and a moment later Xenophilius opened it in his dressing gown.

"Aha——"

When he saw Anriel's face, he seemed to perk up.

"Welcome, I mean - sorry, wait a moment..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked down, as if he was frightened by himself, and turned around and ran upstairs.

His self-willed attitude is consistent with certain characteristics of his daughter.

No, it seems like that's the opposite. It's his daughter who looks like him.

After a while, Xenophilius did not come downstairs again, but Luna, wearing a bright silver nightgown and a pair of slippers, ran to Anriel.

Anriel opened his arms, and Luna threw herself into his arms without any hesitation.

"Eh……"

Luna looked up, as if something had attracted her attention.

She looked from under Anriel's armpits and behind him.

Anriel touched Luna's little head and looked back following her gaze.

The Nightmare obediently bent its front legs and half-knelt on the ground.

Luna's eyes were sparkling, and her bright eyes were filled with curiosity, joy and a hint of imperceptible fear.

"Go ahead, it's okay."

Anriel put his forehead against Luna's cool face and said with a smile.

After getting permission, Luna ran two or three steps to the front of Nightmare and stretched out her hand tentatively.

The Nightmare chirped softly, leaned its head forward, and accepted the caress of the little mistress. It looked not like a Thestral, but rather like a docile lamb or rabbit.

Its cry sounds familiar...

Luna will always love magical creatures, and nothing will change that.

Anriel had no intention of erasing this characteristic.

He didn't mind taking out enough time for her to do what she loved.

Anriel looked at Luna with gentle eyes. The girl with her back to him seemed to sense something and turned back to give him a faint smile.

Luna's smile is not the kind of smile that is as bright as the sun, but the kind of smile that is delicate and elegant.

Like the clear moonlight, bright and brilliant.

Anriel shifted his gaze slightly and looked at Nightmare, who snorted in a way that was unique to horse creatures.

"This is too human... Animagus? No, blood curse is a possibility..."

Anriel muttered to himself.

But he didn't think too much about it -

Because the Nightmares were sent by Dumbledore.

After asking Nightmare to accompany Luna, Anriel walked past rows of strange shelves and plants, and passed a pot of orange-red carrots...

After passing a weird and fantastic headdress with a twitching mouth, he finally arrived at the living room.

Xenophilius, dressed in a pale green house robe, was sitting at the table brewing a pot of oddly colored tea.

This must be the legendary Gordigan tea.