The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Have a nice day! Henry Anthony sent away the customer with a smile and turned to pick up the ice cream on the conveyor belt. Hello! Ah, Kevin, how are you doing? Two pounds, thank you.

It's fine, Mr. Anthony, but it's too hot. Kevin handed him the money, What about you, how are you doing?

Anthony gave him the change and replied: It's pretty good, except that I occasionally find feathers in my pocket, everything is normal.

That's good. Kevin said sympathetically, I heard from dad that the owls are swarming into your window like crazy. But on the bright side, all the wild mice in your house should be gone.

Don't mention it, the owl might think my place is a restaurant. Anthony joked, Okay, Kevin, grab the ice cream and enjoy your summer vacation.

He watched Kevin skipping happily out of the supermarket, and the smile on his face faded.

Henry Anthony was a resident of Holly Street, London, and a cashier at the Whalley's supermarket around the corner.

Three days ago, a group of owls broke into his house. The noise was so loud that he had to hide his pets and turn to his neighbors for help. After all, if he were to deal with the flock of birds alone, it would inevitably be a bit suspicious. After being exhausted from all the tossing, he became just an ordinary unlucky guy. The neighbors made fun of him, and even the boring daily newspaper devoted a small page to describing this anecdote.

The owl attacks the window of a man living alone, perhaps because he covets his pet guinea pig

He had to urgently requisition a part of the skeleton and disguised himself as a fluffy, overweight guinea pig lying in a nest to deal with the photographer. The skeleton cat was so angry that he tore his sofa to pieces.

Maybe I should make amends with some white wine.

When Anthony got off work, he was still thinking about white wine, so when he walked to the door of his house, he found a strangely dressed man standing at the door. The other party wore a shirt, tie and suit jacket in the summer - even a pair of cufflinks - but underneath was a work skirt.

Anthony's eyes twitched: I'm not interested. This is the front door of my house, so, excuse me...?

The man stared at Anthony as if he was a dangerous lunatic, and said in a tight voice: Mr. Henry Anthony, I am Giroud Oli from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I am investigating your alleged violation of the Statute of Secrecy and you have never responded to the ban. I hope you will cooperate with us regarding the misuse of magical office letters.

Mr. Oli took out a wooden stick from nowhere and pointed it at Anthony: At the same time, due to the unregistered dark magic atmosphere in your residence, the Auror will arrive within three minutes.

What letter? Anthony frowned. Aoli's behavior was really too strange. He looked around for fear of attracting any attention, but found that people were just doing their own things leisurely, as if they couldn't see them. Wait, I understand, people like us still have the Administration? Did you get those owls? Why, what benefit does exposing me do to you?

No matter what he said, the other person just stared at him and shook his head. He was trying to figure out the situation when, with a burst of explosions, several guys in black robes appeared at his door. The two of them held down Anthony, and the rest broke through the door directly.

The poor skeleton cat was still angry. He arched his back and whined at the intruders angrily. He was instantly torn to pieces by the group of people. The Wraith Chicken tried to protect the remains of its companion, but was also dissipated by the blue light emitted from the stick.

What are you doing! At this point, he no longer cares about his neighbors. He breaks away from the people next to him and points his hand towards the house, Good cat, come here!

Like a strong wind blowing, scattered bones flew up from all corners and fell into Anthony's arms, making a clanging sound.

Anthony waved his hand to summon the spare skeleton to block the rapid rays of red light, and looked down at the scratches and cracks on his pet's bones.

This cat is usually carefree because of his pampering. It only rolls on the ground and chases toys. If it doesn't go well, it loses its temper and breaks up the house. Now she was shrinking in his arms, so weak that she didn't have the strength to form a body and almost dissipated.

The resentful chicken that had dispersed woke Anthony up from nightmares every morning and brought him back to a beautiful and peaceful life.

And now it's like a new nightmare. The cat's bones trembled in his arms.

Don't be afraid. Anthony hugged them tightly and looked at the group of men in black robes, Who are you? What is your purpose? Is there any misunderstanding?

He had realized that these people feared him and hated him. They acted like he was going to pull random people and explode them, and they were ready to die with him.

It's outrageous. But it's not incomprehensible - he sometimes fears himself.

Don't be afraid. He tried to comfort him, No matter what you are afraid of, I have no intention of attacking you. I am just a law-abiding little employee.

A man in black robes sneered: Maintain the counter-curse! Don't listen to the black wizard's nonsense! Stay vigilant and don't let him escape!

This... sir, Anthony said helplessly, if I wanted to run away, I would have run away long before you came. Mr. Aoli told me in advance that a group of people were on the way. I just didn't expect you to be so disrespectful. Be reasonable.

The man spat on the ground and cursed in disgust: Necromancer, the ministry should have approved the emergency death curse long ago. He suddenly leaned closer to Anthony and pressed the wooden stick against the back of Anthony's neck, I'm warning you not to play tricks, otherwise I'll give you a life-killing spell even if I'm severely disabled. Search your body!

Another person muttered something in a low voice, and all the objects on Anthony's body flew out. His wallet was carefully searched several times. The person who searched frowned and shook his head, and pressed the wooden stick against him harder.

Where's your wand? Tell me where it is and don't move it.

Anthony knew they were looking for his stick. He sighed: I won't believe it when I say it's not without you. How about this, I'll do a trick for you.

His eyes fell on the flower bed next to the house. In midsummer, the sun sets late, and the sorrel grass has not yet closed. It is swaying gently in the breeze, and a group of resentful butterflies emerge, shining golden in the sunset. The butterfly flew around the man in black robe twice and then disappeared in the afterglow.

Anthony watched them disperse gently. How can I put it, I don't need a magic wand. He hugged his cat and explained, But I'm really not aggressive. Take me through whatever process you want to go through, and let's clear up the misunderstanding.

…

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, the night fell, and a crescent moon hung far away on the sea.

Anthony always had a regular schedule, and he was already sleepy. He yawned and stared boredly at the black waves beside him. Thick fog enveloped the ship, and he didn't know how long the voyage would last.

The man traveling with him—Anthony now knew that his profession was Auror—leaned silently against the side of the ship, holding up his wand to control the course. When the front end of the wand lit up with a light yellow light, the fog suddenly dissipated, and an isolated island appeared out of thin air in the middle of the rough sea.

Anthony would have been curious and amazed by this, had it not been for too much confusion. This is his first encounter with this magical world. When he first discovered his bizarre abilities, he was filled with distant longings, imagining that there were others like him, imagining that a wonderful picture would unfold before his eyes, and that elf hunters would knock on the door and ask for a bite from him. Wine, like those fairy tales. But he is a realistic person. Soon after moving, he found a stable place to live, applied for a job, and had friendly neighbors and familiar customers, so he no longer needed false fantasies. He stocked the house with his favorite things like a hamster hoarding winter food. He even has his own cat.

And now this belated world suddenly rushes in. He doesn't need it anymore. He just wanted to find someone who could communicate with him, solve all this, then go home, take a good bath, and go to work on time the next day.

He didn't find the reasonable person he wanted to see.

He was taken to a place called the Ministry of Magic, and then went through a few brief questions and answers (Henry Anthony). I don't know what the owls were for, they were probably chased away by my pets. Yes, this is me Pet. Yes, I can summon wraiths, do you need a demonstration?), signed a document confirming the authenticity of the record, then boarded the ship and came to this place called Azkaban.

The staff in Azkaban - probably - saw Anthony being escorted over and lazily walked out of the duty room: What is it?

Anthony's fellow Auror whispered: The dark wizard seems to have some brain problems... It's not the same problem as before.

The staff looked at Anthony, pointed to his arms and asked, Is it a question of holding a bone like a teddy bear?

The Auror was startled. Anthony had been so cooperative that everyone had forgotten that the other party was still holding his own casting materials.

Put it down, the Auror said to Anthony, You can't bring dark magic items into Azkaban. It's ridiculous that none of us thought about destroying them.

Anthony shook his head: There are bones everywhere here. What more cats and dogs are there?

The staff also said: Cuddle him if you like, there are a bunch of dementors guarding him over there with the dark wizard.

The fellow Auror pointed at Anthony and whispered to the staff member: It is said to be a necromancer.

Isn't it extinct? the staff member was surprised, and felt a little embarrassed after thinking about it.

What Anthony just said reminded them. Azkaban is the burial place of countless dark wizards and can be called the arsenal of undead wizards. Unfortunately, the necromancers have been extinct for many years, and the death curse used in the past has been abolished. The Dementor's Kiss has become the most powerful method, and now all the dark wizards captured are sent to Azkaban.

Let me make a report for you. You can take the bones to the innermost cell first. The staff decided to stabilize the necromancer first. Go back quickly and ask the director what to do. Uh, you guys, allocate what you can now Send all the dementors to guard his cell. Good guy, send a match to the fireworks shop.

Great, thank you. Anthony smiled at the staff.

What the hell. The man watched Anthony walking deeper into Azkaban and complained to the Auror. He acted like I just handed him a bottle of jam at the table. I almost told him you were welcome. ”

Don't be fooled by appearances. He is a necromancer, a dark wizard among dark wizards. Auror shook his head and said, A madman among madmen. The dementors will treat him well.

Let me briefly talk about a few questions that are asked more frequently in the book review section (that I can see):

1. Are the chickens gone?

Answer: No, it has been shouted out again. The undead cannot die a second time. I thought this was a common setting and did not explain it in the chapter. Later, Anthony told people that killing pets was an exaggerated irony.

2. Why is Anthony so obedient?

Answer: Some experience reasons. I originally planned to write about the relevant plot, but generally speaking, it can be compared to him being a monster who has a nuclear bomb but no knife, and is trying to be an ordinary person.