The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Anthony has always found it difficult to explain his condition to others. Among the few people who knew for sure about his identity as a necromancer, apart from the Ministry of Magic, Professor McGonagall always avoided the question intentionally or unintentionally, and Snape did not have a good deal with him. And even Dumbledore could only help him theoretically more often than not, but could not really understand the problems he faced.

But Anthony is still grateful to Dumbledore. This wise old man always listened carefully to his questions, was willing to discuss various strange magic theories with him, and never showed his rejection of undead magic. The more he learned about the magical world, the more Anthony found this to be quite rare.

Once, Anthony accidentally put his wraith rat in his pocket and took it to Dumbledore's office. Fawkes looked at him accusingly, but Dumbledore was quite kind to the mouse, even providing it with a very, very small teacup from which it could drink tea.

Another practitioner of necromancy, the Bloody Baron, also provided him with far less support than Dumbledore. After that early morning conversation, the former apprentice of undead magic seemed to be deliberately avoiding Anthony. It had been a long time since Anthony had seen this haggard ghost. Nearly Headless Nick also said that Bloody Barrow has been in a low mood recently, even a little crazy, and wanders in the corridors of Slytherin's cellar all day long, causing students to feel uncomfortable every time they come out of the dormitory.

It was said by Weasley in first year, Nearly Headless Nick added at the time, that the Malfoy boy looked like he had just eaten a meal of slugs every time he ate. His brothers told He said that because Barrow has been appearing gloomily in the Slytherin corridors recently, asking them strange questions from time to time, scaring the students out of their appetite.

Anthony later observed for a while and found that Slytherin students really ate much less than other houses. They weren't even that interested in chocolate ice cream, let alone boiled broccoli.

However, compared to Malfoy or Parkinson, among the few Slytherin students Anthony knew, Miss Davis had an unexpectedly good appetite. He watched helplessly as she asked the other students politely, then put the chicken legs in front of others on her plate and ate them gracefully.

Anthony would sometimes pass by the abandoned bathroom. Except for the welcome message from the toilet seat with a colorful wig, there was no trace of magic in the bathroom. Tracey had either carefully changed the place where the potion was brewed, or she had recently no longer needed the help of the demulcent.

Even if he doesn't have particularly high hopes, Anthony still hopes it will be the latter.

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The unicorns agree that you stay here. Bain translated, still glaring at Anthony, but that's because they are unwilling to conflict on such occasions as long as there is a slight possibility... He said arrogantly and respectfully. He nodded to the unicorn's body, But mark my words, humans, don't step into our woods easily. I don't welcome you.

He tightened his bow and quiver straps tightly and walked slowly back to the group.

Aragog sat down beside Antony without saying a word, and his descendants gathered around him one after another. There were a few Acromantulas still looking at Anthony greedily, and one of them complained to Aragog that he was hungry.

You can't kill people in unicorn territory, Aragog said sleepily, Besides, Hagrid asked me to look after his friends.

The spider fiddled with its large claws, quoting the centaur's logic: just because they respect Hagrid and don't hurt Hagrid, doesn't mean they need to give Hagrid's friends the same treatment.

The centaurs say Aragog likes humans too much, it said.

The old spider was angry.

It stood up heavily and slowly, its gray-white, hairy legs supporting its huge body: I think I'm too old, don't you... I don't like humans at all, and I won't stop you from enjoying the food delivered to your door. food...but if I don't allow you to go out of the woods, you can't go out of the woods; if I say you can't eat Hagrid's friends today, you can't eat Hagrid's friends today.

It swung its big claws hard at a small tree next to it. The tree made an overwhelmed creaking sound and slowly tilted down. Its branches and leaves swept over the nearby Acromantula, and then collapsed to the ground with a loud crash.

Did I tell you clearly? Aragog asked.

Yes, Aragog. The Acromantula said, rustling back among the brothers and sisters.

Aragog stood for a while with his big claws raised, and then slowly sat down. It said to Antony: It has been a long time since my sons and daughters have eaten human flesh.

Anthony asked: When was the last time?

I can't remember, Aragog said slowly.

Beside them, an Acromantula said resentfully: I have never eaten it.

Another Acromantula asked suspiciously: You don't have one either?

Anthony's question seems to have started Acromantula's memory conference. They began to chatter about their hunting experiences, but for so many years, Hagrid had been quite successful in guarding the Forbidden Forest, and no human had yet entered the Acromantula's hunting area. They have always suspected that it is a problem with their hunting range, because they can smell human scent from time to time in the territory of other creatures.

Based on the directions they described to Anthony, he guessed that they were talking about Professor Sprout and Snape, who came to the Forbidden Forest from time to time to pick herbs. From this perspective, he believes that this range division protects the Acromantula to some extent. With Anthony's shallow knowledge of potions, just like the basilisk, the Acromantula obviously also has some potion materials on its body.

Anthony allowed himself to briefly imagine Snape murdering Aragog's sons and daughters with a grin, then stopped the story in its tracks when he thought of a teary-eyed Hagrid.

One Acromantula talked about how he was only one step away from success.

Except for one time, I deviated slightly from the route...the two human cubs were so close...but Hagrid drove them away...just a little bit... Its voice gradually lowered, as if it was reminiscing. Their sweet aroma.

The other spiders waved their claws in agreement. They all remember this story, it was only a few years ago.

Anthony pressed the story carefully and finally decided to pay more attention to the Weasley brothers in the future. But that was the story of their first grade. After they vaguely realized that there was indeed something dangerous deep in the Forbidden Forest, they never came even half a step closer to the Acromantula area - at least that's what the spiders said. They never saw those two fresh human flesh again.