The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

This morning, Anthony was awakened by the light. He forgot to draw the curtains.

He originally planned to go to Hagrid last night, but he was caught by Professor Sprout who was about to collect weeds, and was dragged to help. He only had time to leave a note to the sleeping Hagrid when he came back, telling him that he planned to have a drink with him. The last time he passed by the wooden house, he smelled the aroma of wine and knew that Hagrid had gone to the bar and bought a lot of good wine.

Yaya probably smelled that he was outside, and excitedly rushed to the door and scratched the door panel, but Hagrid's snoring was gentle and not disturbed by Yaya at all.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

A barn owl had been standing outside the window. When he saw that he was leaving to wash up, he knocked politely on the window. Anthony looked around the room cautiously before opening the window, and sure enough he found his cat crouching in the corner, watching eagerly, its tail wagging back and forth with interest.

No. He warned and unlocked the window.

The owl immediately jumped in, raised his foot and sent the small note on his leg to Anthony. It was a note from Hagrid, with a simple sentence: Of course, how about tonight?

Anthony circled tonight, drew a smiley face, and tied the note back. Under the gaze of the cat, the owl is looking at the ghostly mouse sleeping in the pile of parchment on the desk.

…

Hagrid stood at the door of the cabin to greet him. It was already dark, and his huge figure became a silhouette in the light, with his messy hair and the edge of his coat outlined in a warm golden border.

Henry! he shouted, raising his hand and waving.

Anthony walked over quickly and handed him the wine in his hand: Why are you standing outside?

I don't know when you will come, so just come out and take a look. Hagrid said. Behind him, a big dog jumped on Anthony enthusiastically, drooling and trying to wash his face.

Ya! Anthony raised his head and tried to push it away, Okay, okay, I'm glad to see you too...Long time no see... Hagrid picked up Yaya's collar and pulled it aside, Anthony He breathed a sigh of relief and walked around the big dog into the house.

He hadn't seen Hagrid for a while. Sometimes when he was free, Hagrid was too busy with the magical animals in the Forbidden Forest. When Hagrid was free, Anthony was busy again, either preparing lessons or sitting in the library or the staff room. He stayed up all day long. Half a step out of the castle.

But when he didn't want to continue studying those theoretical models or magical historical materials, the first thing he thought of was Hagrid. As Tom from the Leaky Cauldron said, there's no one who doesn't like Hagrid, especially when drinking.

How are you doing? Anthony asked Hagrid as they clinked glasses.

Hagrid drank the drink in one gulp and shook his head: I'm very busy. In spring, you know, everything happens. The hibernating ones have also come out, and I still need to count the approximate number...Dumbledore's request...

Anthony sympathetically poured him another glass of wine and slowly drank the brandy provided by Hagrid. Yaya put her head on his lap and looked at him eagerly, then at Hagrid.

Oh, speaking of Dumbledore... Hagrid pushed away the chair, stood up and walked to Yaya's snack cabinet, took out a large bag of things, and put it on the table with a thud, It's for you, Henry.

Yaya, who was circling around Hagrid excitedly, ran back after him in confusion, came over and sniffed the bag, and then lay back under the table without interest.

Anthony untied it and took a look. It was filled with colorful balls and dried fish. Their feet are tangled into strange shapes, and their tiny scales are still shining.

Newly made. Hagrid rubbed his big hands, I hope your little one likes it.

Anthony tied the bag, lifted it and put it at his feet: Great, thank you. But, what does this have to do with the principal?

These dried fish may be closer to Professor McGonagall than to Dumbledore.

Hagrid said: Oh my God, I forgot to tell you. Dumbledore told me all. Henry, Aragog is so happy... He won't say it, but I can see it...

Ah, the basilisk.

It's just what I should do. Anthony said, Speaking of which, since it has been proven that it was not Aragog who killed Myrtle, can you receive compensation for being wrongly accused?

He originally wanted to ask Hagrid if he could re-register as a student, but he thought that even he had become a professor due to overage, and it would be even less likely for the much older Hagrid to go back to school.

On the other hand, even if the procedures allow it, Hagrid is not necessarily willing to leave the animals and cabins in the Forbidden Forest and take pets that are not allowed in Hogwarts - whether it is an Acromantula or a dog - Learn the Goblin Rebellion from scratch.

Hagrid drank another drink: Yes, Dumbledore said that the Ministry of Magic will eliminate my murder record. Now I can cast spells in public. He thought for a while, I'm still a little used to it.

What kind of compensation is this? Anthony said. That's what they should have done.

Hagrid shook his head and said in a dull voice: Dumbledore said that Aragog alone was enough for a lot of terms. He always believed that I did not kill anyone - he is really a good and great person - when he persuaded the principal to I stayed here just to compare, uh, the regulations regarding the Acromantula.

Anthony understood. As he had experienced, Dumbledore found a way around the Ministry of Magic, so the intended punishment amounted to nothing more than shouting.

He and Hagrid drank to the incompetence of the Ministry.

…

Anthony discovered that Hagrid had a bad habit.

After he drank a lot, he insisted on taking Anthony to see Aragog.

He will be very happy! said Hagrid, his voice as loud as thunder. Come on, Henry, let's go find Aragog for a drink!

In case he has gone to bed... said Anthony.

He won't, I know him. Hagrid said confidently, I must let him get to know you! You have been such a big help!

Anthony tried to reason with him: But I already know Aragog.

Hagrid was even happier: Really, I don't remember. Haha, you are already friends? Come on, let's have a drink together as three friends!

Anthony nodded helplessly: Okay. He put down the cup, put on his coat, and reminded Hagrid not to wear the dragon leather boots that had holes in them.

Hagrid didn't care about his shoes, but talked happily to Anthony about how Aragog was doing. Yaya tried to follow him out, but he drove him back into the house with a few words. Anthony turned back and waved to the big dog lying on the window, turned around and followed Hagrid towards the dark Forbidden Forest, feeling a bit of anticipation in his heart.

The last time they visited the Acromantula was in winter, when they encountered centaurs.

Anthony wanted to know what surprises the Forbidden Forest could bring him on a spring night.