The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

When we came out of the botanical garden, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. Although dark clouds lingered ominously above their heads, only a few scattered drizzles fell throughout the afternoon.

People walking also came out. The gray-haired old man held hands and bowed his waist, talking slowly about things at home. The cool evening breeze blew, making the student list in Anthony's hand rustle.

Miss Stinson! Anthony shouted, Stinson!

Here, Professor! Stinson straightened up and waved. She had been bending down and making faces to amuse the child in the stroller. The young parents stood aside with smiles. Their child giggled and reached out to quickly grab Stinson's hair.

Oh! Stinson exclaimed, plucking the hair away from the baby's mouth. Sorry, you can't eat this. She set off and sprayed half a bottle of Smooth Hair Spray on her hair.

She waved to the couple holding the handle of the stroller, ran back to her classmates, fixed her hair and said with a smile, He will be a good seeker in the future.

The classmate next to him looked back and whispered: They are Muggles.

I know. Stinson said nonchalantly, But who knows whether he will come to Hogwarts in the future. Besides, they also have some similar sports, what is it called... football?

It's completely different! A Quidditch fan immediately retorted, quickly glancing in Anthony's direction and lowering his voice, The rules and gameplay are completely different, and they don't have a seeker position.

Stinson shrugged: Well, I'm not a football guru.

You don't need to be a football master to know that they don't have seekers or anything like that. The other party muttered, As long as you watch Quidditch...

The classmate next to him interjected: Who are you supporting in this match?

Ravenclaw! the fan said without hesitation, I mean, I know if Ravenclaw wins this game, Gryffindor's chance of winning the Quidditch Cup will be even smaller, but any No sane person would support Slytherin, right?

On the contrary, after calculating the scores, rational people should support Slytherin. The classmate said pertinently.

His Quidditch-loving Gryffindor classmates glared at him: Are you going to support Slytherin, man?

Of course not! he laughed. I'm not a rational person! He shook his fist and used a less elegant verb in front of Slytherin.

Anthony reminded through the crowd: Watch your words, Mr. Umufuiwe.

Okay, Professor, Umfuai said, Knock Slytherin down!

Anthony nodded and continued to lead the students towards the train station. According to the timetable, the train back to the Muggle town was in an hour. Originally, the students wanted to stay in the botanical garden for a while, but when Anthony said hesitantly, Okay, I originally wanted you to buy some souvenirs on the street, everyone yelled and talked to each other. Mr. Linde said goodbye.

What Anthony didn't expect was that a few Gryffindor students even managed to buy alphabet biscuits from Marks and Spencer, and used them to spell out Slytherin broke his leg and proudly carried the plates in the train carriage. traveling exhibition.

…

Whenever the day of Quidditch matches approaches, students will show their support for a certain team more and more clearly. If the opponent was Slytherin, tubes of the Weasley brothers' self-cursing paint would be floating around the castle the week before the match, painting the corridors and ceilings colorfully.

Because Anthony was preparing for the Apparition exam on Thursday - which, by the way, he passed very smoothly, except that the examiner heard his split story from somewhere and stared at his neck critically for a while. ——I also missed a fun event this week.

For some reason, these paint tubes will bring with them the curse of those who want to stop them from being painted. Therefore, in addition to the concise and clear Slytherin idiot, there are also some slogans in the corridors such as oil-headed idiot, damn Filch, go to hell you cat, haha, go to hell.

However, when a Weasley paint tube jumped into the Transfiguration class to avoid Mrs. Norris and wrote Crazy Woman in rainbow colors under Professor McGonagall's stern glare, everyone was stunned. . Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows and let the daring tube of paint clatter to the ground, then lightly cast a disappearing spell.

One day later, everyone found that the walls of the castle corridor were clean, the armor was polished and polished, and the floor was as smooth as new. Only the ceiling remained gorgeous. When the paint tubes were used, they would swoosh up to the ceiling, explode into a cloud of colorful paint, and then begin their own predictions about how unlucky Slytherin would be in this game.

Mrs. Norris was meowing anxiously in the corridor. Filch held up the mop and tried to knock them off, but he could only make himself gasp from exhaustion. Peeves was floating in the air, holding a tube of paint in one hand and happily squeezing them onto Filch's forehead.

Since everyone is walking with their heads up, more students bump into each other in the corridors. Madam Pomfrey angrily took in several students who rolled down the stairs because they were looking too intently. The Slytherins looked gloomy and walked around the castle wrapped in wizard robes, not paying attention to the paint tubes on their heads that were crunching and trying to squeeze out the last bit of curse words.

Filch tried to catch the culprit, following the Weasley brothers like an old hound, wrinkling his nose to sniff out the possibility of their confinement. But he couldn't even find any evidence that the auto-cursing paint tubes were related to the Weasley brothers, even though the entire castle called them Weasley paint tubes.

Gryffindor's prefect, Percy Weasley, was very dissatisfied with this. Whenever he saw Weasley's paint tube, his expression was so bad that people who didn't know the reason would think that he was also a Slytherin. a member of.

Don't talk nonsense, it has nothing to do with us. When he came out of the library, Anthony heard the twins and a junior classmate next to him who wanted to get more tubes say, Hey, maybe Peeves did it. Woolen cloth?

Please, I really need it! I'm in detention with Snape! begged the junior. Don't you want to see tubes of paint flying down the corridors of Slytherin?

The twins looked at each other and shook their heads.

Anthony stopped, nodded to the students who were passing by him in a hurry, and pretended to be suddenly interested in the Witch Weekly on the newspaper rack by the door. They were selecting the award for the most charming smile. More than fifty wizards and witches were smiling warmly and affectionately at Anthony in their little portrait frames, arranging their hair, or running their hands over their cheeks. With trepidation, he turned to the next page and stared at the broccoli and shrimp recipes.

At this time, the younger brother of the Weasley twins and his friends were passing by and happened to hear it.

Give her, Fred! Ron said dissatisfied, She won't betray you!

Hermione said to the junior student disapprovingly: Parvati, you will only make your punishment worse!

I don't care! Parvati said, Those Slytherins dare to say that to me, and they will pay the price!

Harry looked around, took out two tubes of paint from his bag, and put them into Parvati's hands: Have fun.

Harry! Hermione shouted.

Harry said nonchalantly: Snape hates me enough anyway. But he still told Parvati, Don't say it was me.

Parvati nodded, put the paint tube into her bag furtively, and left with a guilty look on her face, as if what Harry handed her was not a paint tube but a dragon egg.

You really shouldn't do this. Hermione said to the Weasley twins. They painted the castle into a mess. Besides, Slytherin has been quite restrained recently, so we shouldn't take the initiative to provoke them.

Get over it! Ron yelled. Are you saying that Snape called you an annoying know-it-all, or were you saying that Malfoy called Parvati a troll with only hair and no brains?

Hermione bit her lip and made no further rebuttal. She just said worriedly: Anyway, you have enough troubles, Harry.

Oh, of course I do, said Harry, turning to the Weasley brothers, but you really have to be careful. There are tubes of paint everywhere, and if anything happens to you before the game, Wood will be in the Fair Qi or Snape killed you before.

The Weasley twins said: Oh my God, Wood, he will kill Filch after he kills us. They looked at the surrounding students hurriedly going to eat, leaned down, and gathered with the three junior Gryphons. Something was said in his ear. Hermione frowned, but Harry and Ron both laughed.

Professor McGonagall wouldn't do that, Hermione said.

Brother Weasley said: First, there is a competition the day after tomorrow; second, we are very careful, okay? We didn't leave any evidence, so why should she punish us?

…

This weekend, the weather was nice and sunny, the Quidditch pitch was packed with people, and Weasley's tubes of paint made a splash in the Quidditch stands. Slytherin also made a corresponding counterattack: surrounding the stands, a huge Slytherin flag floated in the sky, and colorful snakes swam around the Quidditch pitch, staring greedily at the flying Quidditch player in front of him. If it was a Ravenclaw team member, it would open its mouth on the flag as if to swallow them, but when Slytherin flew by, it would just spit out the vomit.

Anthony sat with a group of Gryffindors, along with Hagrid. He didn't see the girl named Parvati, so he asked specifically.

Harry was surprised that he knew Parvati's name (Hermione was not impressed, and Ron pointed out to her while Harry was talking that it was because she always thought all professors knew everything), but told him that Parvati Watty was detained by Snape for a whole month, and now she has probably received the 568th badge medal.

Anthony asked: Which team do you support?

Hagrid said in surprise: Ravenclaw!

But I heard that in terms of points, if Ravenclaw wins, Gryffindor's chances of winning the Quidditch Cup this year will become smaller. Anthony said.

Ravenclaw had already defeated Hufflepuff beautifully in the previous game. If they defeated Slytherin again, it would not be a good thing for Gryffindor, who already had a draw.

We don't care, Seamus said, shouting into the distance, Ravenclaw will win!

Dean looked jealously at the flag above his head. It is suspended high in the sky and is so huge that the colorful slogan sheets under the snake are eclipsed by its contrast.

Can we get one of these? Dean asked, pointing to his head. We could make the lion bite the snake in one bite.

Anthony held the telescope and looked at its scales carefully: It's a very delicate magic. At least I don't think I can do it like this. They must have spent a lot of effort.

They must have spent a lot of money. Ron corrected, They definitely asked someone to customize it directly. Oh, that huge package yesterday morning!

Hagrid said: We don't want to use tricks in a place like this. We will defeat them openly. Right, Harry? He patted Harry on the shoulder, and the thin boy was almost knocked under the seat. Oh, sorry!

Seamus said disdainfully: Slytherin people like these things.

But no matter how much the Gryffindors belittled the giant Slytherin flag in the sky, its effect on the Ravenclaws was clear. In any case, hearing the hissing of a snake from such a distance, or seeing a giant python with teeth as big as a man leaping towards you out of the corner of your eye, is a big test for anyone.

After the Slytherin team scored five consecutive goals, the Ravenclaw captain immediately called a timeout. Anthony watched as the group of blue-clad players descended slowly, gathering around their captain. From the telescope, it can be seen that the captain's face is a little tired. He is talking to his seeker and pointing to the sky.

The other team members were a little indignant, gesturing to the Slytherin flags surrounding the field and complaining to the captain. A few minutes later, the captain came to Madam Hooch's side, pointing at the Slytherin flag in protest.

Is this against the rules? Anthony asked, looking up and seeing Slytherin's giant snake coiled on his head, which was more than ten times larger than the Basilisk. Are there any relevant regulations?

There is no violation. Hermione answered him unhappily. The rules are that you cannot block the players' view or block the flight path of the broomsticks, and you cannot prevent the spectators in the stands from seeing the Quidditch pitch.

Anthony remembered that they had made a cheering banner for Harry during the first game. The girl must have checked out all the relevant rules at that time.

He looked up. The flag was flying high, unable to block anyone's view. He had originally wondered why they didn't just allow snakes to roam throughout the Quidditch stands. Now it seemed that Slytherin must have checked the rules carefully when ordering it, maybe even more clearly than Hermione. .

Maybe even hired a lawyer, Anthony thought, looking at the Slytherin stands. They looked calmly in the direction of Captain Ravenclaw and Madam Hooch, with sarcastic and complacent smiles on their lips. A senior said something, and a group of people around him laughed.

This is just the beginning. Judging from the shape of his mouth, he said so.