The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

For the excited students, the most fun part of the shopping session is checking out. When they handed over the warm coins in their hands and exchanged some loose coins for change and merchandise, they would gather together and look at coins of different materials, patterns, and sizes.

Who remembers how many kinds of coins they have? a third grader whispered.

The fourth grader next to him corrected him: We only learned the currency that is still in circulation in the UK... they change it from time to time.

That's great, I hope we can make some changes too, said another.

Why not? Two hundred and forty or fifty years ago, Yao...well, anyway, we changed the font once.

Font! You know that's not what I'm talking about. said the student who hoped that the wizard currency maker would be more innovative. Speaking of which, I just realized now, why is twenty pence even smaller than ten pence?

Anthony spent some time assuring the students that the store owner really did not give them counterfeit change. Unlike the wizarding world, which uses copper coins, silver coins and gold coins as distinctions, Muggles don't care so much about the value of the currency material itself. Think about paper money, they said in class.

The student nodded thoughtfully: Oh...

Anthony suddenly remembered that this student had never passed when it came to Muggle currency, and sighed: Just remember it first and slowly understand it. There is nothing wrong with this coin. Don't bother the shopkeeper.

…

When they walked to Charing Cross Street, the students' shopping enthusiasm became even higher because they knew they were going back to school. After an afternoon of practical activities, they felt that they were full of Muggle smells - in fact, there was only the smell of cats and dogs that had not dissipated - and they couldn't wait to buy something as a souvenir.

Every store looks interesting. Anthony pulled back a student who almost walked into the bar and shook his head in warning.

I thought that was a bookstore! the student defended.

I thought you sprained your foot, said Anthony.

While leading the students towards the Leaky Cauldron, making sure that no one deviated from the route, he introduced them to the shops nearby that he was familiar with. As a Londoner, he knew a few reputable shops.

I know there is a very famous bookstore here, one student said, and there is a collection of correspondence related to it.

Anthony nodded: No. 84, but we won't pass there today, because - He took them around a corner, and the lively sounds of people and cars were suddenly pushed away, We are already here.

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar Leaky Cauldron sign. The students were holding and holding the souvenirs they had just purchased and stood there in a daze, as if they had not yet reacted.

Anthony smiled and said: Yes, there is only a wall between the wizarding and Muggle worlds. It's like two neighbors who rarely communicate, but every day you can hear the other side shuffling and turning on the bathroom faucet.

He led the students inside, took out his magic wand, and knocked on the wall of the Broken Cauldron: Come on, congratulations, you guys, you did a great job this afternoon. It's time to return to magic.

This is the first time I feel that there are so few wizards. One student muttered, Oh my god, our streets are so narrow.

Another student looked at Diagon Alley and said: We have so few shops that we can visit them all in one afternoon. I doubt I can visit all the Muggle shops in London in a week.

It's not just a week. Anthony said, It is a huge, complex and vibrant world, but at the same time, it is a hidden and magical world. I believe that for many Muggles, this place is more beautiful than all their attractions. The shops and shops are all fascinating. Just like the Muggle world, the wizarding world certainly has its own fascinating aspects.”

He couldn't help shaking his head, recalling the feeling he had when walking in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade: Ask your Muggle-born friends, they will tell you how amazing the wizarding world is. I dare you. Many people think that the Muggle world is far inferior to the magical world.

Professor, are you also a Muggle? a student asked curiously. Anthony had been teaching for most of the term, but even the best information-gathering Hufflepuffs had no idea where their Muggle Studies professor came from.

One hundred percent, Anthony joked, I'm a pure-blood Muggle.

He stood guard by the hole in the wall, giving each passing student a cleaning spell and helping them change their clothes back into wizard robes.

A lively Gryffindor girl shouted before he detransformed, Wait, Professor!

She hurriedly took out a magic camera from her bag - her family was quite well off, it must be a small bag cast with the Invisible Stretching Charm - and stuffed it into the hands of her friend, holding up her shopping trophies, standing in the Leaky Cauldron, Wearing a Muggle floral skirt, she smiled and took a photo.

She spun around in a circle, her skirt flew up slightly, then she stretched her arms happily and said, Okay, Professor, change me back.

Anthony smiled and clicked on her clothing, turning it back into a Hogwarts robe. She took the camera and took a picture for her friend. The students behind her also clamored for photos and offered to exchange various things with her.

She thought for a moment and waved her hand, eliminating all quid pro quos: I'm happy today, one piece for each person!

This time, the students who had returned to Diagon Alley also asked Anthony to change them back into Muggle clothes. Even though a few of them were awkwardly pushed back by their friends, their non-violent rejection showed that they really wanted the photos.

…

It was dark when we returned to Hogwarts. Anthony counted the number of people for the last time and announced the successful conclusion of the group's practical activities. He asked students who wanted to adopt pets to bring their parents' consent forms to his office, and they could study the adoption procedures together.

Amidst the cheers, Anthony offered up one final addition to the event: a midnight snack prepared by the house elves.

Those who are hungry can go eat something. Those who are not hungry, remember to take a shower and rest early. Anthony said, Be careful. I can tell you that I will definitely go out tonight to see if anyone is wandering at night.

He could imagine this group of excited students eager to find someone to share their journey with.

But if they chose to visit the castle at night in order to vent their excessive energy after sharing, then Anthony would have added too much workload to Filch and other professors who patrolled the night tour.

Okay, Professor, the student promised, We won't get caught.

Anthony went to eat some mashed potatoes by himself, leaned back in his chair and took a long breath, shook his head with a smile, said goodbye to the student who was still struggling with the fried pork chop on the plate, and returned to the office. He'd better take a bath before meeting his cat.