The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The warm spring sunshine shone over the castle for less than two weeks. After a heavy rain, the temperature that had just warmed up dropped again. The Easter holidays are ushered in with a cool breeze.

No students left school at Easter, and the professors assigned a bunch of papers invariably, which made it difficult for Anthony to find a seat in the library without going to the restricted area, and he didn't want to be exposed to black magic right now.

Therefore, he is now sitting in the staff lounge, holding a cup of tea and watching Professor McGonagall correcting papers. For her, this may be considered vacation leisure. After all, she chose to lean back in her chair amid the aroma of black tea and frown as she browsed through the selection of transfiguration books in the library, instead of directing her quill in the office to quickly correct students' mistakes.

Professor Sprout is going to the greenhouse to take care of a sensitive and suspicious vine, while most other professors are using their vacation time to conduct magical research in their offices. Anthony was originally going to visit Hagrid, but found that he was not in his cabin. He probably went out to drink during his free time.

Maintaining his reputation for never giving homework, Anthony received a round of applause when he announced the end of get out of class and wished everyone a happy holiday. He himself had a truly relaxing vacation.

When he was reading Twenty-Five Common Deformations and eating the fifth piece of light green biscuit, Professor McGonagall finally said without looking up: Can you pass me one, Henry?

Anthony let the whole plate float over: Have you tried this? Pomona is not used to it herself.

These cookies in perfect colors for Easter are from Professor Sprout. She mistakenly added the mint juice used for chocolate to the dough that was to be colored with spinach juice, and baked mint butter cookies with a unique flavor. Anthony liked it very much, so he exchanged the remaining biscuits with a straw puppy.

Professor McGonagall picked up a piece, and whether it was because of the paper or the biscuits, her brows furrowed even more.

Something else to eat, Minerva? Anthony asked, standing up and opening the snack cabinet in the lounge. I remember we had...oh, by the way, we also have new Easter products.

Taking advantage of the holidays, Honeydukes has launched Easter-only Easter egg chocolates. Break the eggshell and a chocolate bunny will pop out. The white chocolate one has red eyes embellished with dried cranberries, while the black rabbit’s eyes are black currants.

Dumbledore changed his office password at the right time and filled the cabinet in the staff room with a large number of Easter egg chocolates.

No, thank you. Professor McGonagall said, taking a sip of tea and pursed her lips sternly at the paper, as if the student was standing opposite her.

Anthony took an easter egg and cracked it open. He quickly pinched the rabbit's ears to prevent it from jumping too far, and then looked at the dark chocolate in front of him in embarrassment.

This looks too alive, he complained. Do they have to keep it moving?

He has no interest in eating rabbits alive.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him from behind the parchment and clicked her wand, turning the Easter Bunny back into a still piece of chocolate. The rabbit maintained a half-kick posture, as if everything was petrified.

The Transfiguration Professor said, Transfiguration, Henry.

Anthony remembered something: Speaking of which, I have never been able to learn the art of transfiguration involving living creatures. Whether it is turning dead things into living things, or turning living things into dead things, it is completely impossible.

But there are no other questions? Professor McGonagall asked with interest, putting down the paper in her hand.

Anthony glanced at it, and the nine-inch paper read in large characters: As we all know, transfiguration is very important to the magical life of wizards. We believe that its importance is self-evident, and it is not only It is because it constitutes all aspects of life, and also because it plays an important role in various productions...

He understood why Professor McGonagall felt that the question he happened to raise deserved more attention.

Probably not. He withdrew his gaze, tapped the round table in front of him with his wand, changed it into a small brown square table, and adjusted the size of the empty chair next to it.

Professor McGonagall said: Very skilled. Try turning this table into a pig?

Anthony began to perform Wand Stare at the Table for her until Professor McGonagall shook her head and told him to stop.

What are you worried about, Henry? she asked. You don't believe you should do it at all, or you don't want to actually transform it. You act like a first grader who is afraid of the consequences of making a mistake.

Anthony turned his head and thought about it for a while, then said doubtfully: I have nothing to worry about. The best transfiguration master in the magic world is sitting opposite me. What should I have to worry about?

What was the first transfiguration you couldn't do no matter what?

“The beetle turned into a button or the button turned into a beetle, I can’t remember exactly,” Anthony said.

Professor McGonagall nodded: Beetles turn into buttons, the first lesson of the second grade. She took a sip of tea, Did you have any doubts in your mind at the time? Similar to, what if the beetle suddenly flies up, or anything that makes you feel that this is completely Irrational idea? In her teaching career, she has obviously encountered many students who were hindered by their own concerns.

It doesn't seem like... wait, oh. Anthony remembered, I was wondering what to do after the transformation.

He explains: “I was wondering if the beetle turned into a button and was sewn onto, say, my shirt, would it hurt? If it was sewn and undeformed, where would the thread go through the beetle? In the past? How will it feel now? If it changes back to a button, will the position of the hole be fixed, or will I have a button with the thread fused into the material?

Professor McGonagall said, Well, I see where the problem lies. She looked at Anthony. I didn't see that you were a fan of thrillers, Henry. I can't imagine where you got your inspiration from.

If that's your concern, you can have my word: even if you sew the button onto Albus's hat, nothing will happen to the beetle once it's detransformed. As long as you don't capture it back, it will Fly freely out the window.”

What?

Professor McGonagall pointed to the book in his hand: If you look further back, there is probably a section on the magical theoretical model of transfiguration in the last chapter. Overall, I am more inclined to support the theory of space and time. Woflinite, pretty orthodox theory... In your example, the thread only interacts with the buttons and fabric, not the beetles. So when we try to restore it, the buttons disappear, the beetles come back, and the thread continues with Clothing works. Henry, your beetles don’t need to worry about needlework.”

See you tomorrow at one o'clock!

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