Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Anriel sat opposite his father-in-law, picked up a cup of tea with a smile, took a sip, and was extremely alert, ready to activate his immune system at any time.

Um……?

It seems to taste good?

It's ok, it's not very bad to drink...

Anriel's eyes lit up.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and neither of them seemed to have anything to say. Xenophilius blinked.

You can even see the most innocent emotion in it.

Anriel smacked his lips:

"What a refreshing tea, Mr. Lovegood, how is it made?"

"Oh, this is my secret recipe—"

Xenophilius seemed very pleased:

"I use Gordi root... plus hornbeam..."

Anriel listened quietly, nodded from time to time, and then took another sip.

A "unique" secret recipe?

Anriel suddenly noticed that Xenophilius's narrowed, excited eyes were staring at him...

Chest?

When Xenophilius finished speaking, Anriel leaned forward slightly.

He was pleased to see a look of interest in the other's eyes.

Anriel reached out and pulled out the triangular metal ornament on his chest.

The pendant that symbolizes the Deathly Hallows.

"Well - this is it, Mr. Lovegood . . .

I came here today, in addition to being invited... I mean, coming here as promised, there is another interesting thing, which I think you should know much more than me. "

"Oh, that's good, kid, that's good..."

Xenophilius' eyes widened, but Anriel felt that this was more due to the appearance than to his current mood.

He fished out an identical object from his pocket.

Then the two chatted for a long time in the living room...

Fortunately, Anriel arrived at the right time, after breakfast.

Otherwise everyone will starve...

As for what they talked about - we will know later.

......

"Kid, are you sure you want to carry this?"

Xenophilius asked quietly behind Anriel as he walked outside.

"Ah, thank you for your kindness..."

Anriel paused but did not look back.

“But I must continue on this path.

Don't worry, sir, I've been lucky."

Xenophilius raised an eyebrow and watched Anriel walk out the door.

"Luna, it's time to go. Have you finished packing your suitcase?"

Anriel asked the girl in the yard in a brisk tone.

"Well, I'm ready, young sir~"

Luna made a face and drawled out the word.

Anriel smiled, reached out his hand and pinched Luna's smooth cheek, and the latter puffed out her lips in anger.

The suitcases were piled in the corner. Anriel snapped his fingers, and the suitcases, which were more than one person tall, began to shrink under Luna's shining gaze...

In the end, the suitcase became the size of a jewelry box and was grabbed by Anriel.

After weighing it, Anriel discovered that the traceless extension spell did not follow the law of conservation of mass...

Very good, very idealistic, I have plenty of energy to think about it.

Taking a final look at this strange black stone house, Anriel sighed sincerely that he had gained a lot from this trip.

Or it can be said that it far exceeded expectations.

Of course, he was not referring to some strange animals. Just now, Xenophilius handed him a bag of colorful fish - it seemed that Anriel could bring this thing to Dumbledore.

However, considering that Anriel did not want to be charged with the murder of Dumbledore, he declined the bag of pastel blue croakers.

But, joking aside, why does Xenophilius know so many secrets...

......

Anriel let Luna sit in front of him, hugged Nightmare's neck tightly, and clamped his legs together.

The Nightmare flapped its wings and flew away, and the Lovegood family gradually shrank into a small black dot.

Anriel didn't let the Nightmare fly too high - it would be too cold and he was afraid that Luna would feel uncomfortable.

Although now it seems that Luna seems to enjoy the feeling of curling up in Anriel's arms and enjoying the breeze.

Just like that, a Thestral carried a pair of young lovers to Hogwarts...

The last month before the start of the school year passed by so quickly that it was almost unnoticeable.

There seem to be only a few things worth noting:

Due to Sirius Black's escape from prison, some Dementors were brought to Hogwarts. In addition, Anriel usually lived in the school, so he would inevitably become their neighbors in advance.

They are not friendly neighbors.

Anriel has a zero-tolerance attitude towards this.

What should I do if I scare and hurt my wife?

But there is one thing that needs to be said in particular...

Anriel didn't even need to use spells to deal with them:

Because of their rotten, scabby, corpse-like bodies; because of their filthy, evil minds (which can definitely not be called "souls").

There are many other characteristics, all of which reveal that they are actually fugitives from the sacred kingdom of death. They are stranded in the human world and are escaping death in a state worse than death.

And such a thing...haha, is like the maggots crawling under the feet of the god of death.

When faced with the Resurrection Stone, a holy relic that dared to desecrate death, Anriel estimated that they would not have any extra emotions except for a sense of panic as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Of course, it is also possible that Dementors may not have such a thing as "emotions".

Let's put aside the issue of Dementors for now. Another thing worth noting is -

Anriel told Dumbledore about the Resurrection Stone and its suppressive effect on Dementors.

Dumbledore's reaction was quite uneasy. It could be seen that he wanted to say something several times but gave up in the end.

Probably because, as far as he was concerned, he had never heard of any holder of the Resurrection Stone using it in this way.

The Resurrection Stone can never truly bring the dead back to the world to live again. All resurrected people can only become servants...

That was not the Ariana Dumbledore wanted.

So he didn't pursue this holy weapon too much.

And now, Anriel seems to have truly unleashed the power of the Resurrection Stone as the Deathly Hallows.

One more small thing...

"Sir...is this appropriate?"

"of course."

Anriel, holding a thin golden chain in his hand, asked Dumbledore hesitantly, but Dumbledore answered without hesitation.

At the end of the golden chain hangs a...

Small locket.

Anriel shrugged:

"If you think this is better..."

He waited for a moment, as if to see Dumbledore's reaction.

Dumbledore was smiling and looking at Andriel with eyes full of "expectation".

"Alright alright."

Anriel casually took the locket, the Horcrux...

Throw it out the window!

The eyes of Albus Dumbledore and Phineas Black in the room followed the small box and flew out of the window at the same time.

Then Dumbledore narrowed his eyes...

boom! ! !

A silver-white bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck without any warning in such a cloudless weather.

The soul fragment hidden in the locket did not even have time to utter a wail before it was turned into powder along with its priceless cultural relic container.

Anriel stared at Dumbledore with empty eyes, thinking:

So Slytherin's relics are not important after all...