The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

As soon as he stepped into the corridor on the second floor, he immediately found Myrtle sobbing and sobbing in the bathroom again. Professor Quirrell's door was closed. In order to avoid Myrtle's cries of resentment, the garlic on the portrait fell to the corners of the frame, wrapping itself so tightly that it seemed to have shrunk a whole circle.

Anthony took out the key, ignored the crying ghost (The one with glasses—the four-eyed dog—), and opened the door to the office.

Most of the things on the table had been pushed to the floor, and the unfinished tea left a half-dried water stain on the floor. The table that the elf had magically reinforced was covered in scars, and the cat's favorite climbing frame was lying on the floor. The curtains were roughly torn open and were swaying gently with the breeze blowing in from the slightly open window.

Anthony sighed.

Hello? he said. Cat, are you there?

A porcelain tray hanging from the edge of the table shook dangerously, fell with a clatter, and shattered on the floor.

Great, great... Anthony said tiredly, took out his wand and pointed at the tray, restoring it to its original appearance, and then began to clean up the room bit by bit with the wand.

The little mouse ran out from nowhere, hurriedly grabbed his clothes, climbed up, and finally got into his pocket.

At this time, the cat walked out of the bedroom, its tail raised high, and proudly watched Anthony float an inkwell.

I thought you were getting along quite happily. Anthony complained to it, There's no need to be so angry.

The cat meowed, walked over and rubbed his legs casually, and immediately jumped on the climbing frame after he erected it again.

…

When Anthony cleaned up the mess in the house and went to wash up, the little mouse and the cat lay down together affectionately again. He shook his head, wondering what the relationship between these two guys was.

He closed the window, closed the repaired curtains, and returned to the bedroom. The bedroom was clean and tidy, just like it was before he left.

Anthony got under the quilt and fell asleep quickly.

He didn't really go out to catch students wandering at night. A warning should be enough.

…

The next morning he began to regret not going out. At the breakfast table, everyone was discussing one thing: Moaning Myrtle helped Filch catch nine students on a nocturnal trip last night.

Anthony carefully identified the names of the nine students. To his relief, they were not all students from the first group of practical activities. Only the Weasley twins were unfortunately on the list, and Anthony didn't think their night out had much to do with whether he organized the event.

He glanced at the Gryffindor table. One of the Weasley brothers was talking to the girl who took everyone's photos yesterday. The other one tilted his head to look at the photo in Angelina's hand and chatted with her. What. They looked completely unaffected by being caught on a night out.

Anthony took a piece of fried toast for himself: Myrtle was really not in a good mood yesterday.

I think 'furious' would be a more accurate word, Professor Flitwick said, pouring himself a plate full of jam. She claimed someone had insulted her. She suspected it was a student who wanted to go out at night, so she spent the time Patrolling Hogwarts all night.

Insult her?

Didn't you hear, Henry? Professor Sprout looked over Professor Flitwick's head and participated in their conversation. The poor ghost said that she was penetrated by someone who didn't see her face clearly when she went out for a walk. She passed by without receiving an apology; then Peeves went to trouble her again, but was driven away by Quirinus; and finally she suddenly found a note on the bathroom floor, which was filled with insults to her.

Professor Flitwick added: She spent the whole day crying. I was told that her voice could be faintly heard in the third floor bathroom.

Oh my God, Anthony said. Did she find the person who left the note?

No. Professor Sprout shook his head and cut his own pancakes. No one admitted it. In fact, the students felt extremely wronged. They hid in a locked classroom. They were not allowed to Will be found.

They were all together when they were caught? Anthony asked in surprise.

Professor Flitwick nodded and said sharply: Group night tour. At least the largest number of people in the past thirty years.

How was the punishment? Anthony couldn't help but ask.

Points deducted. Professor Sprout pointed to the hourglass on the wall, Ten points for each person.

Professor Flitwick leaned forward and whispered to Anthony, Minerva feels that the buckle is a little too little.

Professor Sprout said: Severus, in a rare move, agreed with her idea.

Anthony looked at the hourglass carefully. The gap between Slytherin's Emeralds and other houses had narrowed significantly. The nine people caught did not include Slytherin students. On the other side of the teachers' table, Snape was dealing with the fish steak in front of him sullenly, but his presence at breakfast usually meant he was in a good mood.

Anthony shook his head: Those students, what were they doing when they were caught by Myrtle?

It seems to be related to some kind of water gun. Professor Sprout said, Their claims are so confusing that none of them are true.

Ah, Anthony said, lowering his head and concentrating on how to cover his toast with bacon.

…

After drinking the last bit of pumpkin juice in the cup, Anthony stood up, said goodbye to his colleagues, and walked out of the hall.

He planned to go back and check if Tom and Jerry had demolished his office again. If everything goes well, he can write most of the summary report of the first group of practical activities today.

When passing by Ravenclaw House, Anthony found that the Gryffindor girl who distributed the photos was already standing at the long table. Anthony heard the student holding the photo ask her: Is it true? Weasley went into the girls' bathroom on the second floor to fill the water gun?

The Gryffindor was stunned for a moment and said firmly: Of course not, they just hit Myrtle in the nose while trying out the water gun.

Ravenclaw asked curiously: Did the water pass through?

This time the Gryffindor students weren't so sure either. She looked at the ceiling and decided, Go through it.

I knew it! the Ravenclaw student said excitedly, poking his classmate who was eating pumpkin pie next to him. Did you hear that? Ghosts can't touch water.

But Myrtle can make a big splash in the toilet! the friend retorted after swallowing the pie in his mouth.

As they argued about why ghosts couldn't touch objects, Anthony was too far away to hear. He had a feeling that the whole school was paying attention to Myrtle today.