The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Professor Flitwick soon heard that there was a genius in his college who could levitate a small cake without a wand.

It's unbelievable! he screamed angrily, It's just Filch, but none of them doubted Professor Anthony!

Professor Sprout said happily: To be fair, Filius, you have to consider Henry's image in the minds of students.

So far, it seems that her academy has been least affected by Anthony's whim. This group of students is one of the least interested in topics such as On the possibility that fried sausages can be used as magic wands. In their opinion, fried sausages are fried sausages, and their own wands are their own wands. If Ollivanders starts selling sausages one day, it will not be too late for them to consider this issue again.

Of course, a twenty-seven-year-old Muggle Studies professor who hasn't learned to Apparate, Anthony said. Thank you, Pomona.

Professor Bubbaji laughed, stuffed a handful of iced mouse candies into Anthony's hand, and cleverly changed the subject: It seems that when we are not in school, you don't care much about school rules.

What, there are school rules? Anthony said pretending to be surprised, I thought the professor made them up casually.

While having afternoon tea at Hagrid's cabin, the youngest son of the Weasley family tried to confirm with him whether there were any rules in the school such as library books cannot be taken out of the castle.

After confirming that the title was just a public-area Quidditch book, library regular Anthony told him absolutely not (Just think about it, what would Hagrid do if he couldn't take the book out of the castle? Borrowing books?), and was rewarded with the story of how a professor confiscated books on the eve of a Quidditch match and casually docked five points from a house.

In front of another professor, Hermione initially wanted to conceal the identity of the two parties who deducted points, but Harry Potter's expression had already given away half the story, and when Ron blurted out, They Slytherins just like to play games. Exterior moves, the identity of the other person was also revealed.

Some of them are indeed made up casually, Professor Flitwick said thoughtfully, I remember the last Head of Ravenclaw forbade anyone to put a shoe on their head unless they called it a hat.

Professor Boubaji said, What?

I think you should be able to find it in the library archives, Professor Flitwick said. The Board of Trustees approved this.

Anthony, whose teeth were chattering from the ice rat, shrugged: Why not? I can't see any reason against it other than the possible waste of ink.

…

Professor Sprout also asked about the dead unicorn in the Forbidden Forest: What happened to that poor creature, Henry?

I don't know, Anthony said. I'm confused too.

For him, he was willing to trust the entire school, but if he had to choose someone to kill the unicorn, he would rather prioritize his colleagues than students.

Of course, strength is one thing, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but feel that if the murderer was willing to bear the unicorn's curse just to wipe the toilet to a shine under Filch's supervision, even in the wizarding world , this matter is a little unreasonable.

After hearing that a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest was killed by an unknown thing and two little unicorns were left behind, Professor Bubaji shook his head and said: There are too many strange things in the Forbidden Forest. I’m not surprised at anything.”

Professor Flitwick explains to her what the unicorn's blood can do (Extension of life, extension of life unconditionally. The price? The curse of the unicorn, half-dead life.), and screams: Greed, Professor Anthony, This must be done by intelligent creatures!

I agree, Anthony said, but it also makes it more uncomfortable.

Professor Sprout nodded: This is murder. She held the cup and counted the days, Oh my God, I was originally going to the Forbidden Forest to pick herbs that day, but I temporarily sent fresh vegetables to Quirinas. Here we go. She added more milk to her cup.

She kept a straight face, as if she was angry with herself. Even when Anthony talked to her about his immediate plans to take the students to visit the botanical garden she recommended, she was not too happy.

…

Perhaps because the strand of undead magic on the unicorn corpse was too familiar, Anthony rarely continued his nightmare that he repeated every night tonight, and instead had a very strange dream.

He and Hagrid saw a winged unicorn in the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid shouted that you don't belong in the Forbidden Forest, and the unicorn flapped its wings to fly, but it was carrying a supermarket shopping bag containing Professor Trelawney, Snape and Filch.

Anthony, wearing a cashier's clothes, chased after him and shouted, Sir, wait a minute, you didn't get your change. Then he took out the skeleton cat from his pocket and threw it over. The skeleton cat waved its claws, and the unicorn fell to the ground, silver-white blood flowing all over the floor.

Professor Trelawney ran out of the shopping bag kicking and screaming, talking about blood and killing. Her lower body was a gray donkey. Filch rattled off for Anthony the number of school rules he had broken, and charitably told him that all he had to do was clean Myrtle's bathroom. Snape proudly said that the unicorn also contained some very precious potion materials. He picked up the silver knife used to process potions and made gestures at the unicorn corpse.

Just as the knife fell, the unicorn's body suddenly transformed into Professor Quirrell, and Snape's silver knife fell on him. The trees of the Forbidden Forest turned out to be a group of students, who surrounded Anthony and described to him in polyphony like a choir how Snape had scratched Professor Quirrell's face in order to obtain the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position. of scars.

Anthony woke up to the deafening chorus of students. He stood up and looked around. The curtains were properly drawn, and the cat and mouse were huddled together in a ball, huddled in the corner of the bed on an old pillow provided by the elf and sleeping deeply. As he sat up, the tassels of the pillow swayed slightly.

He sat on the bed for a while, put on his coat and quietly walked outside the office. The school was dark and deserted.

A portrait woke him up and asked loudly: Who?

Anthony didn't answer, he just wandered aimlessly in the castle under the Disillusionment Curse. Looking from the window, a crescent moon fell far away over the Forbidden Forest, and a few stars hung in the sky. He watched for a while, but could see no indication of fate.

If the dream wants to tell me something, it had better say it more clearly, Anthony muttered. My third eye is tightly closed.