The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After Roger Davis scored another ten points, Flint's anger was completely ignited.

He yelled at the goalkeeper: What are those two holes under your eyebrows for?! You can see the snake clearly, but can't you see such a big Quaffle! Even the substitute can't defend it!

Goalkeeper Miles Blige, his face red with reprimand, bit his cheek and glared at Roger.

I'm sorry. He said quietly.

But his apology did not improve the situation on the court. Compared to other athletes who have been exercising vigorously in the sky for a long time, the new Roger flies much lighter. He slid deftly in the air, raised his hand to catch the pass from his teammates, and flew all the way——

Blackie, who was a step late, leaned his whole body out from the broom, but the Quaffle still passed less than an inch in front of his fingertips, hit the doorpost, and then fell out of the hoop with a clang. Passed through.

Ravenclaw scores, ten points!

…

After Roger joined, Ravenclaw seemed to be suddenly noticed by the God of Luck, scoring several goals in a row and tying the score in one fell swoop. Perhaps because of the rare opportunity to play, his condition is surprisingly good.

Ravenclaw should turn him into a regular team member as soon as possible. The audience commented one after another. According to this trend, maybe Ravenclaw can defeat Slytherin with the Quaffle.

Not only Anthony heard it, but the Slytherin students obviously heard it too. The faces of the people in the stands were so gloomy that they seemed to be dripping with water - they had already drawn with Gryffindor, and if they lost against Ravenclaw, they would basically miss out on this year's Quidditch Cup.

On the huge banner, a snake with delicate scales opened its ruby-red blood-red eyes. It looked at the Ravenclaw Chaser who had attracted the attention of the audience with no emotion. It crawled at the bottom of the banner and slowly circled around it. Swimming around the court, seeming to be looking for some opportunity.

Slytherin scores, ten points!

Ravenclaw scores, ten points!

When the chaser wearing a blue jersey once again threw the Quaffle, the stands were already boiling. They chanted Roger's name, and one dazzled spectator even rushed to the commentator's desk - the match was narrated by a Hufflepuff student, who said something as soon as the Slytherin flag was raised into the air. Without speaking, people suspected that he was frightened and fainted - announcing to the whole audience: Eagles eat snakes!

When he was caught out by Professor Flitwick (I was just explaining a point of knowledge!), the audience supporting Ravenclaw uniformly shouted: Eagle eats snake! Eagle eats snake!

Eat! shouted Hagrid over the ominous hissing of the snake behind them. The result of Anthony's extensive cleaning was that in addition to the Slytherin stands, the big snake could also raise its upper body behind him, so it spent most of its time wandering in these two places.

Harry turned back again and looked at the huge snake. He frowned and looked at the court, looking worried for the first time.

At this time, Roger flew in front of them like the wind, caught up with Slytherin's chaser, and snatched the Quaffle from the opponent's hand. He passed the ball briskly from the gap to his teammates before the Slytherin players surrounded him.

What's the matter, Harry? Ron asked absently, following Roger with envious eyes.

Roger saw Anthony standing here, waved to him proudly, and turned somersaults on the broom.

Didn't you hear that? None of you? said Harry. It just said -

His voice was drowned out by the exclamations of the audience.

The Ravenclaw chaser's broom flew crookedly into the sky, and a huge snake with a waist as thick as a small tree was wrapped around him.

Roger's hands were holding the snake's neck (if snakes had necks), and he was trying to push it away from him. The green snake with its big mouth turned its head and tried to bite his hand, and its body tightly strangled him. .

On the dark green banners with various spots surrounding the stadium, the giant snake has disappeared.

Davis! Ron groaned, Oh no.

When Roger finished his somersault and raised his broom to pick up his teammates who were flying back, Anthony felt something rush out from above his head. When he turned around, he saw this big snake - not as scary as the one on the flag, but It was still a big snake - it had landed on Roger's broom with perfect accuracy.

The sharp whistle sounded immediately, and Mrs. Huo Qi made a pause gesture. She raised her wand with her other hand and pointed it at the Chaser who was fighting the big snake in mid-air.

Roger Davis jersey flying! she shouted, spitting out the whistle.

…

Roger Davis' jersey is coming! Professor Flitwick screamed at the same time.

At that moment, everyone stood up. Even though he couldn't see it, he quickly understood what had happened from the exclamations and comments, and immediately took intervention measures.

During the struggle, Roger's jersey had been messed up and torn, exposing the inner lining. His arms were now tightly tied to his sides, and he was hanging head down on the broomstick.

He froze strangely in the air, and then a few pieces of blue rags suddenly flew out from between the snake's cold body, flying across the field at the speed of a golden snitch, rushing towards the referee and Ravenclaw House. long.

Yingardim Leviosa! Anthony pointed at Roger in mid-air and said. The piece of cloth in Mrs. Hooch's hand grew huge and was now floating beneath Roger.

Professor Flitwick had climbed to the top of the stand, his hat tilted to one side, and he was shouting angrily: Strength is strong, force is loose, force is strong, force is loose, force is strong, force is strong!

His wand waved rapidly, whirring through the air. The spell fell on the big snake on Roger. It struggled to coil Roger, and its tail weakly let go of the broom.

Professor, I - Roger, who finally took a breath, looked down and shouted to Flitwick in the distance, I can't hold on any longer -

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the audience, the chaser wrapped in a green snake let go of the broom tied by his legs and put all his strength into fighting the snake. The broomstick, which suddenly lost control of the athlete, wandered around in the air for a while like a deflated balloon before falling to the ground.

Anthony controlled the levitation spell, causing Roger to slowly float into the blue fabric beneath him. The moment he fell in, Madam Hooch immediately took over Anthony's work. The huge cloth surged and gathered into a small soft cushion, gently placing the Ravenclaw Chaser on the ground.

While Professor Flitwick was running over, Anthony made up for it a few times. In terms of magical medicine, when a person is entangled in a snake on a broomstick, the most likely way to die is to fall or hang.

Time was tight, so he didn't bother taking the stairs - a large group of students were pouring down the stairs, trying to help - Anthony followed Professor Flitwick's example and jumped directly from the stands.

It turns out the idea wasn't that bad after all. Although Professor Flitwick certainly had his own tricks, after Anthony lay on the ground for a second or two, the self-healing ability of the dark creature was enough for him to get up calmly.

While Madam Hooch went to see Madam Pomfrey, Anthony and Professor Flitwick did a quick check on Roger and were relieved to find that nothing serious had happened. He and Snake were at a stalemate, and the two professors joining in made things a lot easier.

Davis, Davis! Anthony called, good news, the snake is not venomous - have you been bitten?

Right arm. Roger gritted his teeth and said, although he was still pushing the snake hard, he was not very scared. At Hogwarts, it was an accepted truth that as long as a student showed up in the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey would always find a way to restore him to his original state.

Quick confinement! A rope emerged from the top of Anthony's wand and wrapped around the snake's snout.

He reached over and pulled hard on both ends of the rope. With a strange friction sound, the snake's mouth closed unwillingly. To be on the safe side, Anthony wrapped him around a few more times, almost covering the snake's eyes.

The problem now is how to remove this small tree-thick snake from Roger's body. Both Anthony and Professor Flitwick discovered that it was very powerful and its resistance to magic was surprisingly high.

The force is loose and the energy is released! Professor Flitwick screamed, pointing his wand at the snake, Disappear without a trace!

The spell hit the snake's scales, making a sound as clear as gold and stone. The snake turned its head suddenly and looked at Professor Flitwick threateningly, and he took the opportunity to slap him hard on the nose.

Shattered to pieces! Aha, alchemical products! Professor Flitwick reminded Anthony. A dent finally appeared on the precisely arranged scales on the snake's body.

At this moment, Hagrid also ran down with a thud. Without any worry, he held the snake's head with one hand, picked up Roger, and tried to peel the snake off him like a ball of yarn.

etc!

Stop, Hagrid, stop! Professor Flitwick shouted, jumping to free the student who was already bruised from holding back his face.

This extremely strong alchemy snake shook its head and struggled desperately to protect itself, binding Roger tighter and tighter. No matter how many times Professor Flitwick and Anthony tried to make up for it, it was only a drop in the bucket.

Okay. Professor Flitwick sighed, raised his wand, and then stopped, a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Wait a minute, Professor Flitwick! said Anthony, in a loud voice—who made the flag?

He knew what Professor Flitwick was going to do - the same thought had been running around in his mind for a long time - but unlike other injuries, the damage caused by dark magic usually cannot be cured. At such a close distance, Roger is likely to be affected. On the other hand, although everyone knows that the professors at Hogwarts have more or less research topics related to dark magic in private, they should not show it in front of students unless they are forced to do so.

In addition to the people from the Slytherin team, several Slytherin students were also gathered around here. Under everyone's gaze, Pansy's face turned pale and she raised her hands tremblingly.

Miss Parkinson. Anthony said solemnly.

I...I just wanted to make something to cheer up. She said, I don't know...I didn't think...it was the shop that customized the family crest in our manor... She looked at Anthony's face and her voice became louder. He became more and more panicked, I'll contact them right now!

She pushed through the crowd and wanted to leave in a hurry.

Professor Flitwick said angrily: Miss Parkinson! You can't...

Professor Snape? Pansy shouted. Like a hot knife cutting through butter, Snape, who was dressed in black robes, roughly pushed the students aside and strode to Roger Davis, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

Miss Davis. He said softly, Tell me, this is a venomous snake. From what angle can you see this... He looked at the messy ropes tied around the snake's mouth, ... Poor thing, poisonous?”

Tracy said calmly: I'm sorry, Professor Snape, I must have seen it wrong. She looked worriedly at her brother lying on the cushion, and then at Anthony and Professor Flitwick next to her. They were busy recuperating and letting Hagrid pull the snake down as gently as possible. Roger no longer needed to exert any force, he just lay on the ground and let them roll him around.

It's very novel. The rules of Quidditch must have changed when I didn't know about it, but you seemed to be having a great time. Snape said, Then I won't disturb you. Please help yourself.

For the sake of the Quidditch Cup, do me a favor, Snape! said Anthony.

The strength is exhausted. Snape waved his wand lazily, Please forgive me for not understanding... Do you want to release this poor thing into the Forbidden Forest? How merciful.

Professor Flitwick said: Don't be sarcastic, Severus! It's a very fine alchemical product, and most of the spells won't work. It's so relaxing!

A big part of Charms, ​​Snape repeated mockingly. Have you suddenly lost your memory, Filius? Aren't you our Charms Professor, winner of the Charms Society's Lifetime Achievement Award? Well, let's Come on, St. Flitvius and St. Anthony. He looked at the students around him and frowned irritably, seeming to decide that this was not the best time to argue with them.

At this time, Harry Potter finally squeezed to the front, followed by Ron, who had become half a Roger fan, and Hermione, who was holding a book and panting.

Oh, of course, there is also the famous Potter. Snape said, Always at the forefront of trouble.

Harry stared at him, then ignored Snape after Hermione's dissuasion and just stared at Roger on the cushions.

Is Davis okay? Ron asked worriedly.

Great. Thank you for your concern, Weasley. Roger lay down and smiled, recognizing Ron's twin brother through Ron's iconic red hair. You see, not every chaser can There’s this kind of treatment. A snake and two…three professors.”

Indeed, indeed, being the center of attention. Snape interrupted, Potter, I hope you are not too envious. A broom pretending to be crazy is enough. Isn't the snake a bit too grandiose?

I'm not envious! Harry shouted, frowning at the unfounded accusation and targeting.

Relaxed and exhausted—Snape? Anthony reminded.

Snape stared at Harry in the center of the crowd with disgust and yelled, his voice no higher than a whisper: Oh, really? Then I think you are here because you have found the way to get rid of Davis from this snake. A brilliant idea, right?”