The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The content of this Apparition lesson is that everyone is spinning in circles.

Apart from the Gryffindor students who were not sure what was going on, there was another student who almost succeeded. The only problem was that he had left his hair behind and appeared naked in his wooden circle to a roar of laughter.

The seventeen-year-old student was excitedly confirming that all his limbs were where they should be. When he heard laughter, he realized that his head was cooler than usual. He raised his hand and touched it: Why are you laughing... Ah! What, what should I do?

I like your new look, his friend joked. It makes you look so bright.

Another student agreed: You are the focus of the audience now. However, he untied his cloak, covered his friend who wanted to put his head in his arms, walked back to the crowd awkwardly, and happened to stand in front of the crowd. Anthony neighborhood.

The student with parted hair said angrily: Shut up, you two! He protected his head with his hands and touched it repeatedly in disbelief, trying to confirm that he really didn't have half of his hair on.

He seemed to be quite popular, and classmates who were up to no good lifted their cloaks and poked their heads in to see him. Another person handed in a mirror, and then smiled and listened to the other party making a strange scream.

Tycros waved his wand, and the fluffy and soft hair that was still in place reattached to his scalp.

It's a very common and harmless method of separation. Tycross said softly, his voice drowned in the excitement of joking and laughter.

The student raised his head from the cover of his cloak with his lost hair. His face was already flushed, and his eyes were wandering around, as if he was looking for something.

Liz has been looking at you. Anthony heard the friend who was covering him whisper.

The student who showed off his healthy scalp was as red as a cooked shrimp, and Anthony could almost see steam rising from his head.

Oh, no, he whispered.

Another friend said, Don't worry, Richie, I think she cares about you.

Anthony followed his gaze and glanced across the hall curiously. A girl was talking to the person next to her. Her eyes would drift here from time to time, falling on the blushing Richie, and then quickly look away.

Yeah, my shiny scalp must have left a deep impression on her. Richie scratched his hair and said frustratedly, I would rather have a split head. At least it looks cool.

Bald heads are cool too, his friend reassured.

Richie became even more frustrated: I don't think so. I thought I could ask her to have dinner with her today.

…

After practicing a few more times, Anthony felt that he had gradually adapted to it. He was eager to get out of the wooden circle with help, but was worried about causing another cool-looking split.

Mr. Tycross? He walked quickly to the teacher of the Ministry of Magic. Is there any chance that I can learn the magic of healing the split body?

He noticed that unlike the popping sound and purple smoke when Professor McGonagall was reattaching his head, Tycross was almost silently getting Richie's hair back to where it should be. If you can learn this trick, you can probably go to Hogsmeade to practice it without any worries. After all, unlike a student, as a professor, he could go to a place where there was no anti-Apparition to practice at any time.

The pale and slender wizard turned his gaze to him and said dryly: I'm afraid not, Professor Anthony.

Anthony asked doubtfully: Why?

Teklos kept silent and just looked at him silently.

Anthony shrugged and walked away. Anyway, the deans of the four colleges seemed to be able to repair the splits, so he planned to ask Professor Flitwick first if he could teach him.

By the end of class, only Anthony and the Gryffindor had successfully Apparated. Richie, who lost his hair, never dared to try again.

Tycros put on his cloak, said goodbye to everyone, and apparated away. People in the hall started to commotion, packing up their things and walking slowly towards the stairs. People were complaining and their heads were spinning, but they still felt nothing, and the instructor, like a great white parrot, would only repeat those three points as if they were of any use.

Anthony saw Richie being pushed by his friends to get closer to the girl named Liz, and he was speechless and didn't say anything.

Hi, Richie. Liz took the initiative and straightened her hair. That's great. You almost succeeded!

Richie said, What? Oh, right, hehe...it's a piece of cake. He smiled proudly, and then added guiltily, I can definitely do better next time!

The two of them walked away as if no one else was around, discussing their thoughts on today's class, leaving Richie and Liz's friends looking at each other, pointing at them and making a few weird expressions, and followed them toward the lounge with smiles.

…

Ah, Professor Anthony! Professor Flitwick turned his chair around and exclaimed in surprise, I didn't expect it was you! Come in, come in.

Anthony stepped into the Charms professor's office for the first time. The two walls to the left and right of the entrance are lined with bookshelves, filled with books with gold-plated spines or tattered books.

The quill that had absorbed enough ink floated on the parchment. Various instruments and charts were piled on the messy table. Silver trinkets flew around the ceiling, forming footprints in the sky when Anthony walked in. Alert Professor Flitwick to the visitor's location.

What's going on, Professor Anthony? said Professor Flitwick, You don't come to my place very often! I thought you were supposed to... ah ha, let me guess, what happened to the Apparition?

He closed the office door with a wave of his wand, and directed a simple armchair next to the door to clatter to Anthony's legs, inviting him to sit down.

Anthony smiled: Exactly. He sat down in this comfortable armchair and took the teacup handed over by Professor Flitwick, feeling that he was just drinking afternoon tea in a different time and place.

Especially when he first entered the school, he spent most of his afternoon tea time with Professor Flitwick for tutoring on spells.

He told Professor Flitwick about his relatively successful Apparition course (at least he didn't lose anything again), and asked: Can you teach me the magic of restoring the split body?

Professor Flitwick said happily: Of course, of course! But it and Apparition complement each other, and are essentially similar to Apparition...

Still under the anti-Apparition spell, Anthony only learned the theoretical part from Professor Flitwick.

He looked at the notes on the parchment and said, Well... I still don't understand how Mr. Tycross managed to repair the split silently. If he was going to practice in Hogsmeade, even if he found the most secluded place In the corner, it is best not to make every separation as eye-catching as setting off firecrackers.

Professor Flitwick also became interested. He put down his teacup, took the parchment from him and began to write and draw: Let me try... After a while, he shook his head in confusion, No, unless we can eliminate the problems associated with the apparition. A crackling sound, otherwise this sound is almost inevitable.”

Can this sound also be eliminated? Anthony asked.

For starters, he would have been pretty quiet, but there was still a crack that ripped through the air and made him want to wear earplugs. Even Techros has the signature sound of Apparition every time he appears.

Professor Flitwick shook his head: It shouldn't be possible. I remember that all theoretical models related to Apparition are included... Unless it is useless at all... Ah, I think I understand. He shook his head.

What?

Professor Flitwick blinked and hinted: Pomona mentioned before that Tycross has been working in the Ministry of Magic, but he probably only entered the Apparition Testing Center the year before last.

Anthony had no idea what this meant: So he got promoted?

No, said Professor Flitwick, trying to give more hints, he has not previously worked for the Department of Magical Transport.

Anthony still didn't understand what he was trying to imply, and shook his head in confusion: Anyway... Anyway, the way he repaired the split is different from the way we just discussed, right?

Well, that's right. Professor Flitwick thought for a moment and said, Have you ever heard of the Department of Mysteries, Professor Anthony?

Anthony thought the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

Professor Flitwick noticed his confusion and took the initiative to explain: It's a department that studies the nature of magic... I'm almost going to work there. Because everything is confidential, the employees are also called silent people. . Mr. Techros was probably there before, so he couldn’t teach you.” He added with some complaint, “All their research results are not published.”

You can't tell others, but you can use it in public? Anthony shook his head, Considering that it is the Ministry of Magic, I'm not very surprised.

I can't say what's confidential, but once something enters the instinct, it's not so easy to restrain. Professor Flitwick waved his hand tolerantly, He should have obtained the authorization to use it, maybe he discovered it.

The researcher who signed the confidentiality agreement used part of the knowledge he had accumulated in his new position with the permission of the organization. After all, once he knew it, it was difficult to pretend he didn't know it... Once considered from this perspective, things seemed a lot more reasonable. .

Anthony nodded, no longer thinking about how Tycross was silent, and instead became curious about another thing.

How do you know so much, Professor Flitwick? he asked in amazement, looking at the cheerful Charms Professor sitting in the high chair in front of him.

Professor Flitwick took a sip of tea and said mysteriously: You know, if you've been a professor long enough...well, well, I have a few friends who work or have worked in the Department of Mysteries, and Teck Mr. Ross was a student of mine.

As we all know, seven is a magical number... There are more than 7,000 words on the shelf, so let’s leave it at that (lie down)