The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Midgen finally settled on an ugly tortoiseshell cat. When they passed by, the cat was calmly licking a tuft of yellow hair from its paws in a one-on-one manner.

The volunteer sighed and put on his gloves, walked in, picked up the cat, and put the fighting parties into different cages.

This cat, the volunteer complained, pointing to the tortoiseshell cat, has the worst fight I have ever seen in my life. When we found it, its hind legs were severely necrotic, but it still made several dogs howl. Call. No one in our station can beat it.

Midgen moved closer to the cage. The tortoiseshell cat looked at Midgen cautiously for a while with its yellow-green eyes open, and then let out a soft hoarse cry.

Hey, are you in a good mood today, Miss Heathcliff? the volunteer said, lifting the cage and moving the cat away from its defeated enemies - the cats were staring at the tortoiseshell cat with resentment, and the tortoiseshell cat was tightly Scratching the bottom of the cage, staring at Midgen.

Midgen followed: Does it have a name?

It's just what we call him casually. The volunteer said, You know, a devil-like guy, sometimes worthy of sympathy... but he is a young lady.

Anthony couldn't help laughing: It sounds like you have a lot of complaints about this lady.

Midgan stared at it and said, I think...I think...she kind of likes me.

She cautiously stretched out a finger and placed it against the edge of the cage. Anthony was sure at that moment that this girl just liked cats with high fighting ability. This cat that beats all the rescue shelters is perfect for her.

The cat came over, sniffed her finger, closed its eyes slowly, and hung its tail leisurely outside the cage, little by little.

The volunteer said without surprise: It's very good for visitors.

Heath... uh, miss. Midgan obviously hadn't read these Muggle books. Can I touch it? she said as she put her fingers through the cracks in the railings and touched the cat gently. of various colors of cat hair.

Oh, so soft, she said. The tortoiseshell cat turned around slowly, put its head on her finger, and rubbed it.

Midgen gave a surprised and gentle smile. The volunteers opened the cage at the right time and released the tortoiseshell cat.

The fourth-year Hufflepuff refused the offered glove and reached out to gently stroke the little devil. The tortoiseshell cat immediately purred comfortably, closed its eyes and lay at her feet.

…

Anthony watched for a while and saw that nothing happened, so he went back to the interactive area to see how other students were getting along with the pets to be adopted.

Fred was laughing and rolling with a big brown dog, scratching the other person's head and neck with both hands, and there was a lot of saliva on the explosive head; George was holding up dog food and jumping to tease a group of people who stood up less than his waist height. small dog.

Several puppies were lying next to the student who was so tired that he sat in the corner. They looked at him with wet eyes, causing him to scratch the base of their ears gently.

Several students have already chosen the pets they want to adopt and are confirming their numbers with Ms. Howard. The impatient person had already asked for a copy of the application process manual and was looking at it head-to-head.

Adequate living space, healthy food, patient company... The student shrugged, It's too simple. I will have an extra cat on the way back.

His friend reminded him: Here, there's an age limit. We're not all there yet.

The student carefully looked at the following suggested terms: Wait a minute, we still need to prove financial stability. How do you prove this? Do you want to invite the rescue station to visit the bank that starts with G?

Look at this one. We also need to fill out a questionnaire to provide information about lifestyle, living conditions and pet preferences. His friend pointed to the manual, Based on what we learned in class, if we fill it out truthfully, they You’ll definitely think we’re all crazy.”

He raised his voice and whispered sarcastically: Yes, I live in a castle without electricity. My favorite thing at the moment is a broom. I play with it for a long time every weekend. No, sir, I Don’t know what cleaning the house means, I’ve never had to do that.”

Another person also said: Why do I want a cat? Ha, because I don't want a toad and I already have an owl. Wait don't go, this sentence really makes sense. But I can't argue with you Be specific because I don’t want to go to ah ah ah prison.”

They laughed for a long time at their imaginary scene, and finally decided to put the question to Anthony. After all, the professor said that if you want to adopt a pet, you should go to him after the practical activity. He is a professor and he always has a way.

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The one-hour interactive time came quickly, and Anthony called out the students who were covered in cat and dog hair.

He couldn't help but marvel at how much the students were able to make a mess out of themselves in the short amount of time they had to experience it. Not to mention the Gryffindors who seemed to be wearing sweaters, there were many students whose pants and clothes were stained with dust and their hair was messy, as if they had just been picked up from the roadside by the rescue team at the rescue station. The students, who were used to being clean and tidy, forgot that this meant they needed to carry this stuff with them until they returned to Diagon Alley.

Volunteers also came out with Midgen. Midgan smiled gratefully at Ms. Howard.

Ms. Howard asked, Have you found a cat you like?

Midgen nodded. The volunteer said with a hint of disbelief: This lady is very popular with Miss Heathcliff.

The cat? Ms. Howard confirmed.

Yes, ma'am, the volunteer said, you should really see how coquettish it is.

I don't want to see it, Ms. Howard said firmly.

…

When passing by the donation box at the entrance of the aid station again, several students took out the coins issued by Anthony, hesitated for a while, and then threw one or two in. The coins hit the collection of donations mixed with coins and banknotes, making a muffled clang sound.

One student threw down all three pounds.

I can't possibly adopt any of them, he said calmly, but this afternoon was really fun and I'm willing to buy a ticket.

The other students took the little money they had and bought some trinkets carefully as they walked back to Charing Cross Street with Anthony.

Some people were attracted by pocket books, others were attracted by chess sets that couldn't move or talk, and still others chose the cheapest refrigerator magnets. Considering that you won’t need it anyway, buying the cheapest one is a very wise choice. Besides, whether it's refrigerator, magnet or the simple one-year-old's word dog on the sticker, they are all very consistent with the theme of this Muggle studies practice.

However, after Anthony bought himself a sausage, the situation became a little unmanageable.

The student suddenly realized that his professor had more than just three pounds in his hand. The students who originally planned to put together the pounds they had to buy something good gathered around Anthony and asked if they could use Sickles or Nats to exchange for some more Muggle currency.

After an argument, Anthony held his wallet and announced that each person could exchange no more than five pounds. He didn't bring that much money either.