The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

At breakfast the next day, Snape could almost be described as happy. He sat proudly at his seat, slowly cutting the pancakes on the plate, and when he nodded and took the butter handed over by Professor McGonagall, his greasy black hair stuck to his face remained motionless.

What happened? Anthony asked confused as he sat down and looked up at the hourglasses of the four houses. As far as he was concerned, the college points had not changed much.

What? Professor Bubaji asked casually, pushing a plate of baked potatoes in front of him.

Anthony was immediately attracted to them: Oh, thank you. He was really hungry.

All three of them missed dinner yesterday because they spent so much time with the Weasley brothers listing what qualifications they needed to prove, and Anthony ended up asking the school elf to bring them some food.

The Weasley twins ordered steak and kidney pudding with carrots, while Anthony chose a sandwich and hot milk. When he woke up this morning, he immediately realized that wasn't enough.

But his breakfast questions were quickly answered in the afternoon.

Anthony spent the entire afternoon in the common area of ​​the library reading a new Muggle studies book, Jim Cat.

This book was written by a friend of Professor Bubaji and is aimed at preschoolers. The full story is roughly about a cat named Jim who sneaked out of the tent while on vacation with his wizard family, but when he returned, he found that everyone had left. He had to try to find his way home on his own, and along the way he discovered novel similarities and differences between Muggle life and wizarding life.

When the two students angrily sat down behind him, he happened to see Jim Cat trying to help the sleeping old woman turn off the lamp. The kitten in the illustration was looking at the glowing desk lamp clumsily and curiously. Anthony touched the desk lamp switch, and the light in the painting immediately went out. Jim the cat looked at the desk lamp in surprise, and then at the readers outside the illustration.

School is crazy, one student complained.

Mrs. Pince looked over sternly. Anthony heard a rustling sound behind him. The student took out a book, spread out the parchment, and pretended to be writing a paper.

His friend echoed in a low voice: That's right, Potions class is enough, Defense Against the Dark Arts -

Can't you find someone else to take over the class? the student whispered, turning the pages of the book. Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, I dare say none of them are worse than Snape.

I think Professor Sprout is pretty good too, my friend said hopefully. She can teach us how to throw biting cabbage at Grindylow.

Whoever it is. I have never been so eager to see Quirrell in class. The student said, Here, Grindylow's eating habits... Why should I know its eating habits, like it caught me to let I act like a chef for it... He muttered and began to copy the knowledge points onto the parchment.

The friend sitting next to him also started copying, and while writing, he asked quietly: Do you know what happened to Professor Quirrell?

Who knows. The student said resentfully, Maybe he finally discovered that he has lost his sense of smell and went to St. Mungo's for treatment. And then left the whole school to Snape who has lost his sense of taste... Ha, I'm not surprised at all. …”

I heard that Ernie met Professor Quirrell the day before yesterday. His friend told him, He said that Professor Quirrell looked extremely scary, with scratches and blood marks all over his face and body. If it weren't for the smell, It was so obvious he almost didn’t recognize it.”

Anthony then remembered that he had not seen Professor Quirrell for several days.

What did he do? The student curiously asked the question in Anthony's mind.

I don't know, but Ernie said... Ernie thinks... The friend lowered his voice mysteriously, and Anthony had to concentrate to hear clearly, He may have been threatened by Snape. As you know, Snape wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts for many years. Also, where in Hogwarts are there the most knives?

Kitchen? Then the student said immediately, Okay, I know you are talking about potion material processing... but Dumbledore is still here, and you don't think--you don't think--Dumbledore will let Snake go. Did Pu stew Chilo?

His friend said: I'm not sure, this is what Ernie said. But, think about it, what else could he be injured like that? Madam Pomfrey can't possibly cure him, but who gave him the cure today? The class we take? Snape! Not only us, but all grades seem to have changed to Snape.

…

In the staff lounge, Professor Sprout told Anthony categorically that the Snape sliced ​​Quirrell theory was pure nonsense.

Quirinas went to explore a dark magic creature cave over the weekend and wanted to bring back some teaching experiments for the students. Professor Sprout said, taking a finger biscuit from the plate and dipping it into the tea, This is He told us personally. As it turned out, the strength of the things in that cave was far beyond his expectation, and several powerful magical animals scratched him all over his body, and he didn't even see what they were.

I hope his life is not in danger, Anthony said worriedly.

Oh, probably not. Professor Sprout said sympathetically. He refused Poppy's help - I think he felt a little embarrassed - and said he just needed to practice for a while. Poor Quirina Si, he is trying to be a good professor.

Anthony asked: Do you think I should visit him? I mean, we live in the same corridor, but I didn't know he was injured until today...

I don't know. Maybe give him some time to recover from his injuries quietly. Professor Sprout said, taking a sip of tea. It's normal that you just got the news, Henry. He will definitely not do this. Blame you. When he came back from injury last Saturday, you happened to take the students to the Muggle world.

Anthony nodded and picked out a caramel cinnamon biscuit: I hope he gets better soon... To some extent, many students now think he is a good professor. I guess Professor Snape helped. A small favor.”

Professor Sprout laughed, then gently changed the subject: Tell me about your activity practice, Henry. How was it?

Anthony pretended to be surprised and said, Hey, didn't you hear, Pomona? I thought everyone was talking about how they were going to have more pets?

Most of the students who participated in the activity expressed their willingness to adopt pets. Several have yet to obtain parental consent—they tend to adopt dogs, which means the parent will be caring for the pet most of the time—and a few even want to adopt multiple pets. Anthony warned them that it was best to discuss it with their roommates before deciding whether they really wanted to raise so many.

Professor Sprout smiled and said, I heard about it. Midgen's roommate complained that she talks about a smart, gentle, cute, capable, and beautiful cat every day. She asked curiously, What exactly is that cat like?

Anthony thought about Miss Heathcliff: Ah... well, a tortoiseshell cat. It seems that Midgan really likes it. He added with some worry, Anyway, I hope her roommate will also To be able to really like that cat.”