Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

The next time Anriel saw Harry Potter in the corridor, he was walking upstairs from downstairs with an indignant look on his face. Judging from the direction he was heading, he must have just finished his first Potions class in the basement.

Obviously, this shouldn't be a good time.

Of course, we should tolerate some small, justifiable acts of revenge.

But Anriel didn't have time to think so much -

If he didn't hurry up, he would be late for Transfiguration class, and Professor McGonagall would definitely not be happy.

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One morning in the first week of the new semester.

Owls fly around the roof during breakfast time, delivering express deliveries and letters to the students.

Ghroth flapped his powerful wings and landed steadily on Anriel's shoulder. He quietly smoothed his feathers with his beak, attracting a large group of freshmen to watch.

After all, from every angle, this guy looks more like a hawk than an owl.

“…This is really…cool!”

As if he didn't like being watched, Ghroth let out a shrill cry, pecked a few bites of ham from Anril, flapped his wings and flew back to the Owl Shed.

Anriel reached out and picked up the two newspapers on the table...

Well, to correct it, it's a newspaper and a magazine:

The Daily Prophet, and The Quibbler…

The former is used to understand current affairs, and the latter is just for entertainment. Anriel has to admit that with Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood's talent and imagination, it is probably difficult for him to make much achievements in serious articles. This is really a sad story.

But in other respects, Anriel admired Mr. Lovegood very much.

Everyone should read the article "Garden Gnomes? No, They Can Be the Best House-Elves for Commoners!" Anriel was at a loss for words to describe this article.

Genius, an absolute genius!

It was already Anriel's limit to not spit out his cereal while eating breakfast...

In addition to these trivial matters, there are also some big events at the school level.

For example, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class once again found a new teacher, this time named Quirrell.

Anriel was not too keen on pulling his turban off in public, revealing a so-so face that still had a nose.

That would give the kids nightmares, haha.

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Ravenclaw common room.

Anriel sat by the window, facing a fireplace. On the table next to the armchair were countless glass goblets of various shapes and exquisite relief patterns.

A few seconds ago, they were small animals such as squirrels, cats, Shar-Pei dogs and chipmunks.

Opposite Anriel, several second-year Ravenclaw students were gathered around the fireplace, tilting their heads and glancing at Anriel from time to time. In their hands, they all held a goblet that met Professor McGonagall's requirements.

As noble and wise students of Eagle Academy, we will never be ashamed to seek advice from wiser people...

Anriel didn't mind teaching them some so-called techniques, which would effectively make them believe that they could do it -

And then they actually do it, okay, it’s amazing, it’s magic…

"Hey, Anriel, did you hear that Harry Potter has become the youngest Seeker in Gryffindor?"

The person who spoke was called Joseph Joe, or Johnson or something. Anriel didn't remember the name of this classmate very well, he just remembered that he was a classmate with good grades. He smiled and responded with a few perfunctory words.

If Harry Potter is the most famous person in their class, then Anriel is obviously the star of his class——

It was no secret that An Ruier was favored by the principal. Sometimes, students who sneaked out at night would see An Ruier patrolling with teachers... And more: he had excellent grades, spoke modestly and politely, and behaved without airs -

The most important point is that he is a student of Ravenclaw and there is no feud between houses (such as Lion and Snake) that has lasted for generations.

Ravenclaws knew him, and many people in Hufflepuff and Gryffindor knew him, and of course, many people in Slytherin knew him too.

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lunch time.

Anriel cut a small piece of beef and put it in his mouth, recalling what other big things had happened recently in the original book besides Quidditch.

"Oh, by the way, tonight will be the first time for the three of them to stay up late and wander around the school. Hehe..."

As Anriel chewed the beef slowly, he remembered Dumbledore's request.

Should I tell Mr.

Forget it, let's wait and see how the situation develops. After all, they haven't put their ideas into action yet.

Fortunately, today is Tuesday, so there is no annoying astronomy class in the middle of the night.

Thinking of astronomy class, Anriel frowned. Why is this a compulsory course in the West?

On the pop quiz four days ago, he undoubtedly got a "P" (Poor).

Forget it, there's no point in thinking so much.

Anriel put down his knife and fork and walked out of the restaurant.

There is also a Potions class in the afternoon.

Moreover, Ravenclaw's Potions class is not taken together with Slytherin, so even if Professor Snape intended to make Anriel's performance less than perfect, there is really nothing to say.

"Hmm..." Snape stood in front of Anril's cauldron, thinking.

A few minutes later, he seemed to be very reluctant to praise:

"Of course, Mr. Grindelwald's swelling potion is impeccable. I sincerely hope that some poor children who don't care about this profound and ancient course of potions can learn a little bit -

For this, Ravenclaw gets... five points."

Anriel bowed slightly and saluted Professor Snape.

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"God, that's the first time I've seen Snape give points to someone other than Slytherin!"

"Dude, you must tell me how you did it, hypnosis?"

"That's impossible. Snape gave extra points to other houses?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Snape won't give extra points to other houses. They must have heard it wrong."

In the Charms class, Anriel saw his dean, Professor Filius Flitwick, giving him a kind smile. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with Anriel's performance.

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Anriel gently pushed open the door with the eagle-head copper ring and walked out of the Ravenclaw common room.

From the time he got up from the bed to the time he walked here, no one noticed him. In fact, before the start of the school year, Dumbledore discussed with Professor Flitwick and decided to move Anriel to an empty dormitory without a roommate.

Obviously, neither professor wanted to see some poor child become the innocent victim of some homemade spell with unknown effects, even if the caster did it unintentionally.

Of course, Dumbledore obviously also considered letting Anriel come out to patrol at night. It can only be said that when he made this suggestion to Professor Flitwick, he had already calculated everything...

Anriel didn't have much to say, after all, they were his direct relatives within one generation...

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"Invisibility."

Anriel tapped his wand lightly on the top of his head, and it felt as if a stream of cool water was rushing down his head.

"The trophy display room... on the fourth floor... Merlin's pants..."

Anriel finally understood why all the Ravenclaw seniors were thin and handsome——

The college lounge is a long way from the cafeteria, so when you go down, you can only eat dessert...

No, there is no dessert at all. At most, you can have some egg custard biscuits to chew on.

"No commotion, no Filch's footsteps, nothing... Should I go find Peeves faster?" Angel thought to himself.

However, the next second, a strange laugh came:

“Woohahahaha—”

Unfortunately, it was clear that Anriel had guessed something -

That means Peeves will definitely appear.

"Students don't sleep!" Peeves yelled, his voice echoing in the corridor.

"Students aren't sleeping! In the Charms corridor!!"

Mr. Filch's footsteps approached quickly.

Anriel didn't move at all, just stood in the corridor, quietly watching Filch pass by him holding the cat.

If the Disillusionment Charm could be discovered and broken by a Squib, Anriel could just jump off the Astronomy Tower - how embarrassing.

Anriel walked slowly to the forbidden door on the fourth floor. He could already hear the footsteps of four children.

A few minutes later, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville appeared around the corner of the corridor.

However, this is a dead end, and the only way out is the locked door in front of Anriel.

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"Open the Alaho hole!"

Hermione pointed her wand at the old iron lock, and the four of them quickly got in. Anriel followed closely behind and watched them close the door.

"I don't think we'll be okay - he thinks this door is locked... Stop pulling me, Neville."

Harry spoke up as Neville kept tugging at his clothes.

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But it wasn't because of Filch.

"Hu-hu-"

Neville's face turned blue, his lips opened and closed but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

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Well, it's time to show up.

"Apparate."

The children were surprised again, but obviously, compared to the sudden appearance of Anriel, the terrifying three-headed beast was threatening their lives at any time, which was a more serious problem.

"Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy."

Anriel pulled out the magic wand from his arms and recited the spell at a speed as fast as a tongue twister. Three red lights flew out from the head of the magic wand at the same time and accurately hit the three noses of the big dog, that is, Lu Wei.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, which was completely different from the method of calming down the three-headed dog described in the original book. Lu Wei did not slowly lie down, but fell heavily to the ground. In the eyes of the children, he could be said to be "unknown whether he was dead or alive."

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"Young men and women, how was your evening?"

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