The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The restaurant owner also knew him. The boss came up to Anthony after he led the students in: This way, Henry. We have arranged a table for you on the inside.

Because Anthony called and made the reservation, the restaurant had plenty of time to prepare everything. The students were brought to a large table made up of many small tables. They touched the seams of the table, looked down at the table legs that were joined together, and sat down feeling fresh. Anthony handed the menu to everyone and asked what they wanted to eat.

He noticed a few students kicking the table legs: What's wrong?

Muggle... they will put the tables together. The student swallowed back the Muggle that almost came out of his mouth, looked around, and whispered furtively.

Anthony was stunned for a moment before he realized why they found this interesting. He nodded: Yes, because there is no amplification spell.

Before he finished speaking, a student looked at him in horror and said in a panic: Shh! He immediately turned his head and looked around, as if all the talkative diners would hear what they just said from the sound of the clinking of knives, forks and porcelain plates. The magic word that came out.

Anthony looked at the other party funny, nodded and said: My bad, thank you.

The student's nervous eyes met the waiter standing by the window. The waiter looked at him, smiled politely, and tentatively expressed his intention to come over. The student immediately looked away and said, You're welcome, Professor.

Don't be so nervous. Anthony patted him on the back, stood up and shook his head at the innocent waiter, indicating that nothing was wrong. In fact, if there is anything about this table that attracts attention, it is the startled student and the two afros opposite him.

…

Miraculously, even though they had already eaten a lot of sweets, these 13- and 14-year-old children were still able to fill their stomachs with more potatoes, beef, tomatoes, ice cream and the like.

After eating and drinking enough, they finally stopped acting like a bunch of bubble pods about to bloom when they hit the ground. Anthony led them toward the rescue center and answered their questions.

A few students had been looking into the record store and bookstore since they came out of the Leaky Cauldron, and as they walked across the block, they were curiously looking at the well-tended yard (and the gnome ornaments in the garden) and the balcony that led directly to the bedroom.

Is that a doorbell, professor? one student asked, peering at a young man with wine and flowers who thought he was hiding.

After the other party rang the doorbell, he stood awkwardly at the door, rubbing his feet against the mat at the door until the door clicked and slowly opened. He raised his head excitedly and walked in with a smile on his face.

The students also whispered excitedly: Look, the door really opened! It's the doorbell! It looks weird, it's different from the book.

Yes, it's the doorbell. Anthony said, Come on, classmates, hurry up. People at the rescue station may be waiting for us.

…

He's right. When we arrived, a lady was already waiting at the door.

Anthony shook hands with her: Henry Anthony, nice to meet you. These are the students visiting today.

I'm Gertrude Howard, she said simply. Welcome, you guys. Her eyes lingered for a few seconds on the twins' afros and the large Resist Magic letters on one student's pants.

The Weasley twins seemed to suddenly feel that it was not good to be too noticeable, and they secretly tried to push their hair down.

Even though they were chatting all the way, the students suddenly became shy when Ms. Howard opened the door and invited them in. They lowered their heads and whispered their thanks, then quickly walked through the door. They leaned together with their friends as if they had survived the disaster, looking at the posters full of cats and dogs on the wall, discussing in low voices.

When Ms. Howard and Anthony finally came in, they found a group of children waiting primly in the foyer.

Ms. Howard's face softened a lot and said: Follow me, children. I would like to welcome you on behalf of the rescue station. Please allow me to give a brief introduction to our station. What is displayed on both sides of this corridor is the establishment of our station. history, since...

The students followed her quietly, listening to her introduction about how the scale of the rescue station grew from a few people at the beginning to more than a dozen people, and finally to the scale it is today.

Under the introduction of Ms. Howard, a rescue worker talked about how he met a puppy on the street with its hind legs crushed and wet eyes, and how he successfully caught the puppy, treated it, and took care of it. , until he found a kind-hearted family for him.

The rescuers humbly and proudly showed them the photos shared by the family. When they saw that the puppy had grown up, was lame on its hind legs but had its tail stretched out, biting a branch and jumping into its owner's arms, there was a low, heartbroken sigh from the students.

I really want a dog, one student whispered.

Brother Weasley said: You can ask Hagrid, he might know his big dog's brothers and sisters.

The classmate thought about it for a moment, shook his head calmly and said, Forget it, it was too noisy. I would die either from that dog or from my roommate who couldn't bear it.

…

Going deeper, outside the reception area, everyone's eyes suddenly opened up. Ms. Howard showed them a spacious paddock.

This is the so-called living environment display. Each kennel is equipped with comfortable mats and toys, and volunteers write down the names, arrival times and current status of all the dogs in notebooks hanging at the kennel door. Anthony flipped through the pages and found that most of the dogs in the first half of the book had been adopted. In the sunlit corner, the cat lay lazily, while a rabbit nestled next to the grass pile, covering its fur with grass clippings.

Students even discovered a baby owl in the aviary. Ms Howard said it would soon be handed over to an organization that specializes in rescuing wild birds, and they would attempt to release it.

But it's obviously not wild. Midgen muttered, holding out his hand to signal the owl to come over. The owl immediately recognized her identity as a wizard, flew over and pecked at the glass with its beak.

It really likes you, Ms. Howard said in surprise.

Midgen teased the owl through the glass and shook his head: I want to raise a cat.

But this is an owl! said Fred.

George nodded. I'd say he's much younger than Errol. He whistled, calling for the owl to come over.

The owl turned its head and flew over to interact with the Weasley brothers. Ms. Howard looked a little confused and tentatively pressed her hand to the glass, but the owl just stared at the Weasley brothers persistently and paid no attention to her.

Hey, brother... or sister, how did you end up here? George asked, leaning closer to the glass to look at the owl.

The owl looked softly at the twins in front of him, tilted his head, and then suddenly he saw Anthony. The owl immediately lowered its body, hunched its shoulders, spread its wings threateningly, and stared at Anthony threateningly.

Professor? Fred asked confused.

Anthony also stared at the owl in confusion for a while, and then suddenly understood something.

Apparently, the unfortunate guy had been sent by the Ministry of Magic to deliver a message to him. After being driven away, it was somehow sent to a pet rescue center for rescue by kind-hearted passers-by.