The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After assigning the excited students to various cars - Anthony specifically called out to a few students who were rushing into the rain and arranged for them to share the car with him - they finally embarked on the final journey to the Botanical Garden.

Anthony closed the car door for the students (and stopped them from exploring the pile of buttons and handles in the car with his eyes), and sat on the passenger seat: Thank you, Mr. Linde.

You're welcome. Linde said, It's not an easy journey, isn't it?

It's okay. Anthony said, Thanks to the cooperation of the students.

The student sitting in the back row put his head between the gaps in the front seats and asked curiously: Are there any extra points, professor?

Well... Anthony glanced behind him, If I were you, I would sit back right now, Mr. Toler.

Um?

Your potato chips are going to be eaten, Anthony reminded.

While he was buying a raincoat, the students also bought some interesting things in the convenience store inside the train station. Just like Mr. Toller, his friends were obviously very curious about the sour cream-flavored potato chips. They were quietly picking them out of the shiny silver packaging with two fingers and sipping them silently into their mouths.

With Toller's exclamation, Anthony leaned back into the passenger seat leisurely.

Linde laughed: When you arrive at the park, you can eat at the door first.

Everyone should have prepared food for the picnic. Anthony said, turning to look at the students in the back row who were solving financial disputes, Did you bring lunch?

Here you go, Professor, Toller said, patting his bulging pockets. Chicken pie.

No wonder that dog always looks at you. His friend said, I brought it too, bacon sandwiches and cupcakes. He opened his backpack and showed Anthony the messy hat, sunglasses, tissues, and owl food inside. and his lunch.

Toler said: The cupcakes are good. He reached out and took out the cake from the other person's bag.

Don't eat in the car, gentlemen, said Anthony. I don't want to regret to learn a month later that Mr. Linde's seat was chewed with a big hole by a rat.

Linde smiled and said: It's okay, this is the Botanical Garden's car. As long as you can clean it up, I don't care what happened here.

…

The wipers swept the car window back and forth, making the red light in front of me suddenly clear, and then submerged into a turbulent light by the winding rain.

I was a little surprised when I got the call. Linde put his hands on the steering wheel and casually chatted, At that time I was wondering how you would get here... You are very good at using the phone, Professor Anthony. By the way. , if it’s not too presumptuous, what is the subject you teach...?”

Anthony smiled: A subject that requires proficiency in using the telephone.

What?

The full name is Muggle Studies. Anthony said, Besides, gentlemen, this is not the final question this year. He heard Toler quietly discussing with his friends the order in which Anthony put in the coins and picked up the phone.

Wait, Professor Anthony—Mr. Lynde—

Anthony nodded: Mr. Linde knows. In fact, even though this is a completely Muggle botanical garden, judging from the reply from the garden and Professor Sprout's statement, it is very likely that most of the staff know magic. The presence.

Are you also a graduate of Hogwarts? the student asked curiously, Can we really work in Muggle society?

Lind said: Unfortunately, I am not, I am the Muggle you are studying.

The next moment, Anthony felt a pack of thunderbolt exploding cards exploding in his ears. Everyone is talking.

sorry--

How would a Muggle know-

Oh no, did I just violate the Statute of Secrecy?! a rather prominent voice wailed, Am I going to be expelled?

Oh, wait! There are exceptions! I heard Midgan say that Muggle relatives of wizards can know about the existence of magic, which is allowed by the Statute of Secrecy.

Before traveling, Anthony specially asked Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts, to educate everyone about the terms and punishments of the Secrecy Act... As a living illegal case, Anthony felt that this class should not be taught by himself.

After all, if students asked him But what if I use magic unintentionally, maybe he would honestly tell them Principal Dumbledore can solve all problems instead of Professor McGonagall's Then you'd better restrain yourself Unconscious magic, Miss, or we would all be very sorry.

In the suddenly heated discussion, there were a few clattering sounds. Toller's friend was eating potato chips again. Anthony took a look and saw that he was holding it carefully with his hands, being careful not to let any crumbs of food fall onto the car.

Anthony decided to give each car a fresh look when no one could see it. Thanks to his beloved cat, he is quite good at cleaning up.

The light turned green, and Lind slowly started the car: I am a special case among special cases. As far as I know, there are no magic people among my relatives.

Anthony asked curiously: Why is that?

Mr. Linde grinned: If you, too, come across branches that want to dig out eyeballs fourteen times while searching for rare plants - bowtruckles, leaves that shine like copper coins - sniffing magic grass, Yelling fruit - Screaming fruit, baby-like root that makes people faint - Mandrake, something like that...

Oh my God. Anthony sighed, It's so difficult. Over the past year, he has become more and more aware of how dangerous magic is for people who don't have magic (and are not prepared to encounter magic at all).

Plants? That's the easy part. Mr. Linde said, following the car of his colleague in front and driving into the side entrance of the botanical garden. We're almost there.

Anthony put on his raincoat, and the students in the back row followed suit. They took out their raincoats from the sides of their seats and from under their backpacks, which were warm and wrinkled from sitting there.

When the car stopped, Anthony saw a group of wet Hogwarts students standing outside. Some of them still remembered to wear raincoats, and some just stood under the eaves with their short-sleeved shorts on, talking happily to their friends. .

He quickly opened the car door, went down to check everyone's condition, and thanked the staff of the Botanical Garden again for taking the trouble to go to the train station in the rain to bring the students here.

It doesn't matter, they are very lovable. A woman said with a smile. Anthony remembered that she was the driver of the first car. Very lively and very curious.

Anthony smiled and accepted her praise on behalf of the students: Thank you, I won't be humble on their behalf. He also thought they were very good.