The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

When we arrived in Edinburgh, the weather had not improved even a little bit. The strong wind carried the raindrops, knocking hard on the windows, and the train almost seemed to plunge into a waterfall. Anthony walked back and forth in the train, reminding the students that they were about to arrive at the station, and asked everyone to gather in the carriage where they were boarding. By the way, he checked the list again to see if anyone had been left behind.

Go quickly, you can get off the train and buy a copy of this. He urged, taking away the newspaper from the students' hands that some passenger on the train had left on the seat. Several students were gathering together and studying the crossword puzzle above with great interest.

We want to take it off the bus, Professor, the student begged.

No, sirs and ladies. Anthony smiled and refused them flatly. Leave it to the next poor soul who boards the train in this weather.

Okay, Professor. The student stood up reluctantly, slowly put away his bag, and walked towards the assembly car. Anthony continued to check the next car.

…

When he opened the door of the assembly car, Anthony found that the students had already found another unowned newspaper there. This time there are more people studying crossword puzzles. A large group of heads with different hair colors gathered together and discussed the topic enthusiastically.

I know! I know! a student shouted excitedly, It's the Welsh Green! (Note 1)

The classmate next to him counted on his fingers: No, the Welsh Green Dragon only has ten letters.

There's a space in the middle.

The spaces don't count, look at the words that have been filled in before. Another person pointed at the newspaper and retorted, And the last letter must be D, because we have already filled in the word FLOOD in this place.

Anthony closed the carriage door, leaned against the door and unfolded the list, once again confirming that all students were already in this crowded carriage. During this period, a passenger seemed to want to enter the carriage, but after Anthony got out of the way, he saw a large group of excited teenagers through the glass, and immediately walked back with an umbrella.

Amidst the pounding rain, the clanging sound of the train and the rails gradually slowed down, and they slowly drove into the station. They were finally able to see clearly the platform with people coming and going through the water-stained glass. Compared to the small town platform with only one track when they boarded the train, Waverley Station in Edinburgh was less busy than a station in the same world.

Get ready to get off the car. Check your bag and pockets to make sure you have brought all your personal belongings. Anthony reminded, Wallets and the like, and... He patted his pants pocket and gestured to his wand, Others Don’t leave something very important on the train.”

There was a rustling sound, and the students replied one after another: Everything is fine, Professor. There is no problem.

Very good. Anthony glanced at the student who was about to put the newspaper into his bag again, but this time he took out the crossword puzzle page and left the other parts on the table. Ahem, I'll get off next time. I’m going to buy a newspaper for my car, does anyone want one?”

The other party put the newspaper back on the table and smiled sheepishly: I am Professor Anthony.

I remember. Anthony nodded, I'll buy it as soon as I get out of the car, I promise...or do you want the crossword puzzle in my newspaper?

Can I?

Anthony smiled and said, Of course, I'm not that keen on crossword puzzles. His most recent memory of crossword puzzles was the few drinks he won in the bar next to the school when he was in college. There weren't many people in the Leaky Cauldron who were obsessed with crossword puzzles, at least Anthony never encountered them again.

That's great, professor. The student said happily.

Anthony glanced at the headlines and remembered which newspaper it was from. He suspected that if he asked this guy to follow him to buy a newspaper, and then realized that there was not only one kind of newspaper in the Muggle world, but every house had its own crossword puzzle... his three pounds of pocket money might go directly to Buy a newspaper and go up.

While counting the number of students getting off the bus, Anthony turned to tell the new crossword puzzle enthusiast: If you need it, there are crossword puzzle puzzle books for sale in the bookstore.

Will we pass by the bookstore, Professor Anthony? the other party asked without hesitation.

Anthony tilted his head and thought about it, a little unsure. Unlike London, he was not familiar with Edinburgh.

Please, Professor, the student begged.

Anthony nodded slightly regretfully: If you hadn't passed by the bookstore, I would have given you my copy. He vaguely remembered that he should have a copy, and 80 to 90 percent of the topics in it were blank... …Like he said, he wasn’t that into crossword puzzles.

A big smile broke out on the student's face: Thank you, professor!

Anthony waved his hand and told him to get out of the car quickly. He blocked the way of the classmates behind him.

…

Taking one last look at the carriage to confirm that no little wizard was stranded on the train, Anthony jumped off the pedal and found that the students waiting there were continuing to argue about the Welsh Green Dragon on the crowded platform.

But this time they took care to lower their voices. Absolutely unnecessary, Anthony must say, in such a noisy and busy train station, few people pay attention to what other people are saying. As long as they don't trot off and bump into pillars with their luggage trolleys, no one cares whether they're talking about Welsh green dragons or Welsh corgis, or giant whales painted green.

It's THUNDERBIRD. A third-year Hufflepuff said quietly but firmly, in a rather fierce tone, Eleven letters, ending in D. Absolutely right.

It does sound similar... the classmate next to her pointed out, but why does this word appear here?

The train started moving again. The students in a circle raised their heads and saw Anthony behind them who was looking at the road: Professor? Professor Anthony!

Huh? What's wrong? Anthony said absentmindedly, Let's go to the station square. In addition to looking for a place selling newspapers, he was also looking for a phone booth. It was raining so hard that he wanted to call his contact person at the Botanical Garden.

Eleven letters, ending in D, what is it?

Anthony came back to his senses: Ah, what is the prompt?

Um……

An animal, quite rare. The student who thought the answer was the thunderbird answered him, What do you think it is, professor?

Anthony led them up the stairs: Let me think about it...are there no other hints? Are there any letters that you already know?

No, answered another. We're not sure about the sixth letter, but we think it's E.

Thunderbirds, repeated the third year Hufflepuff in a low voice. Thunderbirds, thunderbirds, thunderbirds...

That's a good answer, it sounds pretty perfect. Anthony smiled, and then thought about it, But, maybe we can also try Snow Leopard? (SNOWLEOPARD)

The students began to count the letters again with their hands, and then there was a small cheer: It's a snow leopard!

I'm not sure. Anthony nodded to the third-year student, I really like your answer. Maybe this is what the person who asked the question had in mind.

The student grabbed the corner of his clothes and rubbed the print on the bottom of his T-shirt (Don't Disturb the Sleeping Badger. The bottom is a sleeping badger surrounded by various flowers and plants, with a butterfly landing on its nose) , smiled and said: I like them all.

…

Anthony handed the newspaper to the students waiting aside and asked the shopkeeper if he had a phone that could be rented. The gentleman then directed him to a red phone booth nearby.

At the same time, crossword enthusiasts were surprised to find the puzzle book in the corner, jingle to find the pound from Sickle and Nat, and used it to exchange for their carefully selected books and a few pennies, pinching the face value Different coins are looked at head and back.

So under the eager gaze of the students, Anthony demonstrated to them how to use a public phone booth. The group of people pointing and pointing outside the phone booth inevitably discouraged the next person who wanted to call, leaving Anthony, who calmly and calmly talked to the person in charge of the botanical garden, with a mixture of confusion and admiration in his eyes.

...Thank you very much. Anthony glanced at the students outside the phone booth and said, We will wait next to the phone booth.

He hung up the phone and walked out of the phone booth, just in time to hear the discussion between the two students lying on the glass: Does the 'Administration Department' phone work?

Definitely not. Another student said, We can't use electricity, have you forgotten?

It's such a shame, I wanted my dad to try it.

While leading the students a little further away, Anthony announced: Our original plan was to walk directly to the Botanical Garden. I asked, it's not more than thirty minutes away...

Let's go then, Professor! Kenneth Toller shouted, It's just a little rain. We often do this when we play Quidditch...

Anthony shook his head. The inventor of the stimulant should have been awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, if such a thing had existed in their day.

But the plan suddenly changed. The Botanical Garden will send someone to pick us up. He said.

How to answer?

Use a car. Anthony said, seeing the students' eyes light up. This is because the person in charge of our visit, Mr. Linde, is a very good man. He asked his colleagues in a friendly way what they would do. Bring three or four cars over and get us to the Arboretum as dry as possible.”

He emphasized: I understand that some people may prefer to walk through the streets outside, pass by these shops and houses, and observe the city more carefully... Judging from the students' expressions, almost no one really thinks so. , it is obviously more interesting to experience two Muggle transportations in one go, But for now please enjoy this sudden schedule. Since we will be spread out into different cars - even if it is only a ten-minute or so drive - I have to ask again Remember the promises you made before traveling.

If you don't understand, you can discuss it quietly with your classmates, or come and ask me, but don't ask the person directly directly. Anthony repeated softly, looking at the students carefully to ensure that everyone was listening to him. If you feel there is danger around you, And I’m not around, so I can use magic. Try not to accidentally hurt others, but I have confidence in you, and you shouldn’t be the ones who would intentionally hurt others, so you have all my trust and approval.”

The students nodded with serious faces, as if the next moment they would find a troll disguised as a botanical garden employee driving their car for them.

Anthony smiled: But that's just the most extreme situation. Besides, please do me a favor: try your best to prevent me from writing more reports, okay? If you must say it, I haven't given any homework until now. .”

Don't worry, Professor Anthony. The student closest to him also smiled and said confidently, We didn't cause any trouble on the train.

Anthony said: That's right, thank you.

…

Even though Mr. Lynde had promised on the phone that they would drive to pick up the group of Hogwarts students, Anthony still bought a raincoat for everyone in the store at the train station.

He even hesitated to buy rain boots before realizing that this was a problem that could be solved with transfiguration. His transformation skills may not be so good that he can create raincoats for everyone despite the lack of raw materials, but everyone wears shoes, which greatly reduces the difficulty of transformation.

Mr. Linde, who came in a hurry with wet rain on his head and face, assured him that he didn't even need to buy a raincoat.

Ah, Mr. Anthony, what kind of weather is this! Lind said, briefly shaking hands with him, I just came from the car, and my pants and shoes are already soaked!

Oh my god, don't you have an umbrella? Anthony asked.

Lind shook his head and led him and the student to the street: No, you know, Mr. Anthony, the wind is too strong. I wore a raincoat, but it was of no use. God's gift will pass through the gaps between the neck, sleeves and all buttons. The middle flow goes in.”

You have received grace today. Anthony said, still putting on his raincoat, I don't crave His gift that much.

Linde took the list in his hand for him and looked at a group of students neatly dressed in raincoats behind him: If you allow me to be honest, I will say that I don't want any of it. Many plants should be quite happy... Of course. Not the super delicate ones.”

Anthony lowered his head and adjusted his raincoat to make sure it covered him as tightly as possible: I thought most of them were in the greenhouse.

Well, there are indeed quite a few. Mr. Linde said, But our greenhouse can't compare with Professor Sprout's. The samples she brought over... He shook his head in praise, You can't see hers. Greenhouse, it’s such a shame.”

Anthony raised his head with a smile, remembering Professor Sprout's greenhouse that was full of life all year round: It's really amazing, even someone like me who knows nothing about herbalism can feel her expertise.

He met Mr. Linde's gaze, and the other man nodded secretly, confirming his suspicion. As the park says, Mr. Lind, the leader and narrator of their trip, is a non-magical person who knows magic.

Note 1: The full name is actually Common Welsh Green.