The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

When Hagrid returned with Snow Bell Flower, the Acromantulas were already chatting hungrily.

This is our instinct. said the ninety-seventh grandson, with a few pairs of eyes shining above his head, but like Aragog, I can restrain my instinct.

That's purely out of respect for Hagrid. Aragog said to Anthony, and then turned to Hagrid, who had walked nearby, If Hagrid hadn't asked me to take care of you, I would never have stopped my sons and daughters.

Hagrid held a large handful of snow-white flowers in his hands, swaying with his steps. He didn't know where they were picked from.

I can see it. But anyway, thank you. Anthony joked, Next time, hang around the unicorn more, maybe you can eat that bastard.

Hagrid asked blankly: What to eat? He had a snowbell on his collar, and when he lowered his head, it would be dangled under the weight of his unkempt beard. The flowers were surprisingly small compared to his size.

Nothing, just joking. Anthony said. As a human, he didn't think anyone should be an Acromantula's teatime snack.

Hagrid didn't ask what they were talking about. He picked out three snowbells, handed them to Antony, and tried to persuade Aragog to take the flowers in his hand in order to offer flowers to the unicorn.

You didn't bring flowers last time, Hagrid complained to Aragog.

Hagrid has lived in Hogwarts for a long time, and even witnessed the funeral of a dead unicorn... According to Aragog, that was the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great unicorn of the killed unicorn before them. Great-grandmother (five or six great-grandmothers, Aragog counted for a while when he said it, and then slowly admitted that his memory was not very good anymore, and Acromantulas were generally not very good at mathematics). Unicorns tend to be quite long-lived.

Yaya also had a circle of snow bell flowers around her neck, hanging outside the collar. Anthony leaned over and took a closer look, and found that the flowers were strung with the ropes used by Hagrid to hang hams. He could even faintly smell the unique smell of air-dried hams. However, Yaya obviously didn't care about these fragile white flowers on his neck. When Aragog came closer, he pressed against Hagrid's legs and rubbed off several flowers.

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Anthony waited in confusion as he held the flowers, which bowed their heads humbly. The unicorn had completely blocked the bodies in the clearing, and he had calmed down a lot since he couldn't see such an impactful scene.

Looking back, he didn't even understand why he was so sad before.

He has rarely experienced such strong mood swings. Bloody Barro mentioned in his notes that he once doubted whether he was really suitable for learning undead magic because his emotions were too intense. In his conversation with Anthony, he also mentioned that necromancy would amplify his emotions, eventually causing him to become blinded by rage.

Anthony hoped that his grief was normal—not because the necromancy was secretly tempting him to do something.

But compared to Hagrid's sad look, he even felt that he was too indifferent. If Aragog really told Hagrid that the murderer was a human, Anthony believed that Hagrid would rush into the castle, bang on Dumbledore's office door, and then ask the almighty headmaster to find the murderer and smash him to pieces... in a physical sense. , rather than in the sense of a curse.

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Suddenly, the centaurs seemed to feel something, and they all stood solemnly in the forest.

Followed by the Acromantulas, they lined up rustlingly. Anthony heard several spiders complaining about why Aragog came to participate in this magical ceremony that had nothing to do with them - unlike unicorns or centaurs, there is no funeral in the tradition of Acromantulas - but when the unicorn All the rattling complaints disappeared when the beast's horn was pointed at them.

Hagrid stood next to Anthony and repeatedly adjusted the flowers on his clothes, making them droop even more. Anthony drew another flower, pinned it on Hagrid's brown plaid coat, and whispered, Don't touch it.

The unicorns surrounding the woodland seemed to suddenly become taller, more powerful, and more mysterious. Taking strange steps, they began to move around the clearing in the forest.

Okay, okay. Hagrid said angrily, It's begun. He stared at the unicorn team, blinked desperately, lowered his head and rummaged in his pocket for a while, and then took out his own Wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.

The clouds in the sky dispersed, and the sun shone quietly on the open space. The meadow seemed greener than anywhere else. Silver-white unicorns surrounded the sun-drenched coffin like flowing moonlight. The two little unicorns stood up, jumped from their mother's neck, and joined the other big unicorns.

In order to keep up with the other unicorns, they trotted and jumped, almost as if they were playing. The big unicorn following them stared at them sadly, lowered its head and nudged them back to its mother with its nose.

Hagrid let out a loud sob.

Under their gaze, the sun became brighter and warmer, while the unicorn corpse in the clearing gradually dimmed. The soul-stirring pure magic about it was gone, and what lay there now was just a body, an empty shell. The meaningless sounds that filled the Forbidden Forest suddenly returned. Anthony could hear birds chirping in the distance and the faint sound of water.

It was only then that the little unicorn seemed to begin to wonder where his mother had gone. They surrounded the corpse, gently biting its fur with their teeth, pulling and shaking it, as if they wanted to wake up something.

It's back to magic, a centaur said seriously. They raised their bows and arrows and shot arrows towards the open space one after another. Anthony watched the arrows fly past his head, and then landed in an empty, deserted place.

Bain nodded to the tallest unicorn, and then said to the centaur: Let's go.

Hagrid sniffed and led Anthony and Fang to the unicorn. The unicorns gathered in a circle looked at the flowers in their hands and silently moved out of the way. Hagrid bent down and poured all the snow bell flowers onto the unicorn. The white flowers almost drowned the white corpse.

I...I'm sorry... he said reproachfully, I really am the worst gamekeeper in the world! If I could have guarded the Forbidden Forest better, if I had found that bastard...

Anthony patted him wordlessly.

Even though he had tried hard to suppress his undead magic, but out of pure instinct, he could still feel that the unicorn wound gave him a very familiar feeling. If he hadn't been sure that it had nothing to do with his pet, he would have even suspected the skeleton cat or the wraith rat because of the smell of undead magic on it.

From another perspective, the murderer must have had something to do with undead magic - just because his two pets are wandering outside all day long, and Hogwarts is a castle full of magic. He can't think of it for a moment. Where is it.

But he would definitely find it. He had uncovered the basilisk, and he didn't believe he could find the unicorn's murderer.