The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

I guess it's...well, the Ministry's bird, Anthony said. That agency that's abbreviated as M.o.M.

His students had agreed on a set of pronouns and code words on the road, and Anthony needed to abide by their way of speaking.

He looked at the owl, wondering who he should report this to.

Are you sure, Professor? Fred also leaned on the glass to watch the bird. Doesn't that mean it has no owner now?

Anthony asked doubtfully: Why?

Ankle bracelets. George said, Unlike private owls or the school owls that start with H, M.o.M. owls all wear anklets. He raised his head, his eyes sparkling, Professor, can we adopt it?

When Anthony brought his students to the pet rescue center, he had no intention of meeting the Ministry of Magic's owl and skeleton cat enemy here, nor did he expect that the Weasley brothers would be the first to apply to him for adoption.

I'll go back and do some research. Anthony said, Let me think about it... By the way, even if it can be adopted, you have to make sure that no other classmates want it. If so, come to me after you negotiate the result. Okay?

The Weasley brothers went to find their classmates with confidence. Anthony watched them randomly grab a classmate, point at the owl that was looking at them eagerly, and say something, and the classmate nodded blankly. The twin brothers looked at each other with a smile, then ran into the crowd and hugged several classmates, pointing at the owl...

Anthony looked at Ms. Howard. He needed to find a reason why it was okay and appropriate for them to adopt a wild animal.

…

With their gleaming eyes and familiar gestures when they saw the animal—and a strange affinity for the raptor—Anthony's talented students managed to get Ms. Howard to relent and extend the scheduled half-hour interaction to an hour.

The student who had impulsively wanted to get a dog had just finished cleaning himself and stepped into the kennel when he was surrounded by dogs swarming up.

As soon as he tentatively extended his hand to the nearest dog, all the dogs gathered around him. They waggled their tails enthusiastically, leaned on him desperately, nuzzled his chest and nuzzled his arms. Even before he opened the dog food, the student's hands were already wet from being licked.

Oh my God! he smiled, touching this and that. Finally, his hands were not enough. He pushed the enthusiastic dog's head, touched the wand inserted in his jeans, and shouted to his friends standing outside watching the fun: Come in, bastard! Help!

His friend received an equally warm welcome upon entering the park. These dogs seemed to be tireless, squeezing each other close to people, and couldn't help but bark when they were excited. It wasn't until the Weasley brothers rolled up their sleeves and rushed in, using the same crazy energy as they did, to roll into the pile of dogs whose tails were wagging in the wind that the scene barely reached a balance.

…

The cat on the other side wasn't much better. Midgan made a mistake—she crouched down.

These squealing furballs immediately began to squeal and pluck her trouser legs, trying to climb onto her knees, or hooked the hem of her clothes and tried to climb onto her body. She maintained her posture at a loss, until a majestic white cat jumped onto her lap lightly and rubbed her chin.

Midgen reached out and touched its head. The other person immediately rubbed her hand with the corners of his eyes and breathed fiercely at the little tabby cat that was trying to climb onto her shoes.

The low-status cat retreated and rolled on the ground, trying to attract the attention of Midgen and other students. The adventurous cat tried to rub her back. The white cat stretched out its claws to scratch her without any mercy, almost scratching Midgen. Then it turned around and began to act coquettishly towards Midgen again in a soft voice.

A kitten meowed and tried to crawl over, but was immediately chased away by the big cat next to it.

Surprisingly, Midgen almost cried.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at Anthony standing outside: Professor! Professor Anthony!

Come out, Anthony said, stepping in and taking her elbow to help her stand up. As he walked in, all the cats moved away, even the beautiful white cat on Midgen jumped down to harass other students.

Yes, Skeleton Cat is a very jealous cat.

Anthony took her outside and asked, What's wrong? He took a look and saw that most of the people were having a good time.

Midgen said sadly: I...I can only keep one cat, I can't take them all away.

When Anthony looked down at Midgen, Ms. Howard, who was standing by the door, nodded understandingly and said softly: It's not your fault, kid. If you really adopt one in the end, then I believe that this cat's life will be better. You'll be happier. But don't feel guilty about not adopting, and don't feel guilty about not choosing another cat.

She said: They don't live a hard life just because of you. You don't need and shouldn't be responsible for their future. Your classmates have done a great job and are very mature. But with a tolerant smile, she looked out of the cabinet. He took out a bottle of soda, opened it and handed it to Midgen, Here, have something to drink. I'm happy for your future cat, and I believe you will be a good owner. Newbie, but a good owner.

Midgan was stunned for a few seconds, then rushed forward and hugged the Muggle woman tightly. Anthony quickly took the soda from Ms. Howard's hand to avoid the risk of the three of them having to mop the floor next.

What kind of cat do you like? Ms. Howard asked softly, patting Midgen on the back.

I don't know. Midgen said, I just wanted a cat that would like me at first, but... She thought for a moment, I want a cat like Professor Anthony's cat.

Oh, you don't want to, Anthony said immediately. With his cat's temper and attack power, probably only the Necromancer would be unaffected.

But he had a vague idea of ​​what kind of cat Midgen wanted. He asked Ms. Howard: “Can we go see the animals outside of the interactive area?”

Ms. Howard looked at him in surprise, hesitated, and nodded. She called a volunteer and asked him to lead the two of them to the back.

The animals placed in the interactive area are generally healthy and beautiful, and are the ones most likely to be adopted. In a large area behind the rescue station, there were faint barking, snorting and strange noises. Anthony knew that this was where animals that were not easy to find their owners lived.

They are either bad-tempered or disabled, bearing too many traces of suffering. It doesn't take the third eye to see that if you want to adopt them, the adopter will need to put in far more energy and patience than usual, and the ending may not even give you a sufficient sense of accomplishment.

But for wizards, with the help of potions, disability is not an incurable disease. Perhaps Midgen could find a grumpy cat there, but one that relied on her wholeheartedly to be close to her.

More thanks to the leader! ! ! The scumbag moved quickly for several days before he came up with the third update orz