The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

While Harry and Anthony were enjoying Professor Sprout's cookies (Normally I wouldn't advise you to have too many late-night snacks, Mr. Potter.), a silly owl was bumped into by an elf. Get extra clean windows. The cat jumped out of the bedroom, jumped onto the windowsill in a few steps, swung its tail and stared at the barn owl outside.

He carefully opened the window and fished the owl out. As soon as he reached out to take the note off his leg, the guy pecked his hand, and the cat immediately pounced on it and held it down.

No. Anthony said dissatisfied, forcibly lifted the cat's paw and took off the note. He had yet to settle the score for its attack on Professor Quirrell.

As soon as the cat let go, the owl immediately flew up and down between the desk and the chandelier, flying around and around Harry.

Harry laughed and dodged the enthusiastic owl: Hey, what are you doing?

Anthony unfolded the note and took a look, then realized why the owl wouldn't let him get the letter.

For you, Potter.

Me? Harry asked doubtfully, This is not my owl.

Maybe your owl has something else going on, Anthony said.

Harry took the small piece of parchment. It was from Hagrid, inviting Harry to his cabin. Anthony could tell that this was not the news Harry was expecting, because a flash of disappointment flashed across his face, and he looked down and read it again before putting the note into his pocket.

Hagrid must be worried about you. Anthony said, looking at the time again, But don't go looking for him tonight. Tomorrow, Potter, it's curfew today.

Harry nodded and Anthony stood up: Come on, I'll take you back to Gryffindor Tower.

No, no need. Harry refused quickly, I know the way.

Anthony shook his head and said, It doesn't matter. I just went out to see if there were any students traveling at night... He took out a small box of biscuits from the drawer and pushed it over. This was originally what he planned to share with the students after the exam, By the way. , take this as a reward for saving Davis. It’s not a lot, but it tastes good.”

Harry blushed. He said with some embarrassment: Even without me, Professor Flitwick...

Professor Flitwick has a way, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve the reward. Anthony said without refusal, Okay, we don't want to see an angry Mrs. Norris, right?

…

Can't we really go to the Headmaster's office, Professor? It only takes a few minutes and I promise we won't go past curfew...well, not too much. Harry said as he and Anthony walked on the ancient stone bricks. Can't help but bring up old things again.

Firelight illuminated the long corridor. Because it was almost curfew, the few students on the road were in a hurry. Even if they met Harry, they just looked at him strangely and quickly continued walking on their own way with their books in hand. A knight on a pony in the portrait wants to duel Harry the Snake Whisperer, but Anthony politely refuses.

Anthony asked in confusion: Why do you want to confirm your college so much, Potter?

I...I don't want to be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin or anything... Harry said, obviously knowing that this statement was stupid, I don't want to be related to Slytherin.

What happened to Slytherin? Anthony asked.

Harry couldn't help but frown. He complained: Slytherin is a school that specializes in dark wizards. Malfoy always looks at people with his nose, look at how he treats Ron, Hermione and Neville... He also specifically goes against me! And Crabbe and Goyle, they are stupid and bad, helping Malfoy bully his classmates.

He took a breath and continued counting: No one likes Snape, and no one likes Snape, but he simply hates me! And Voldemort, he killed my parents - he is also Slater Lin came out.

Wow, wow, Anthony said, It sounds like you have a feud with Slytherin.

Harry said: So, Professor, do you understand? I don't want to have anything to do with Slytherin, even a little bit!

Okay, Mr. Potter, Anthony said, Although I'm worried that your genealogy won't be able to verify things that far back, there are a few things I think you should understand.

First, although natural Parseltongue usually relies on the inheritance of family bloodline, Slytherin is not the only Parseltongue with clear records. If I remember correctly, the despicable Herbo is also a Parseltongue... ...Well, you can choose whose great-grandson you would rather be, or go and find out if there are other Parseltongues. Although other Parseltongues are probably dark wizards, there must be some exceptions, right?

Second, even if you are really Slytherin's great-great-great-grandson, it does not mean that you have any relationship with him in terms of character or future destiny; third... he said seriously, I know Slytherin. There are some problems with Lytherins, but they are your classmates. Just, don't hate a person easily just because he is a Slytherin, okay? Fourth, it is difficult for us to know what happened thousands of years ago. Maybe Salazar... When Slytherin founded the House, the students there were all as enthusiastic and kind as you.

He said what he thought was a slim hypothesis, while he couldn't help but think back to the basilisk he killed. The obviously man-made tunnel needed to be opened by Parseltongue, and Slytherin himself was a Parseltongue. If it wasn't Potter's ancestor who did it, then Slytherin would be highly suspicious - on the other hand, maybe Potter's ancestor and Slytherin were the same person.

He struggled to understand why anyone would think it was a good idea to have a basilisk in a school. But having said that, he actually didn't quite understand why Hagrid thought it was a good idea to let Acromantulas have children in the Forbidden Forest, but Hogwarts obviously agreed with him.

Perhaps in those ancient times, people were happy to keep a cute, not fluffy, big snake. In the days before the Hogwarts Express, students might have had to ride a basilisk to school.

I doubt it, Harry muttered, but seemed more relaxed.

At the door of the Fat Lady's portrait, they saw several couples talking quietly before the curfew. They were all surprised to see Harry's thin figure appearing in the corridor, and left after hastily saying good night. There was another couple kissing each other in the corner. The girl with disheveled hair noticed that everyone was about to leave after being reminded by her classmates. She blushed and kissed her boyfriend before running into the hole behind the portrait. .

An upperclassman who was quarreling with his lover and was coaxing others in a low voice hit the wall irritably - judging from the direction he was about to leave, it was not from Gryffindor - and said provocatively to Harry : Hey, Potter! Can you say a few more words about that, hiss? Do I follow suit, the future Dark Lord?

Not at all, Harry said loudly, If I were a snake, I would definitely faint after hearing such an unpleasant pronunciation.

Which college are you from? Anthony asked.

Only then did the other party notice that there was a professor following him. He shrank toward the shadows and said, Ravenclaw, er... professor?

At one point, Anthony could hear a little voice in his head, imitating Snape and saying, Ravenclaw sadly lost five points because you didn't remember the professor's name. He shook it. He shook his head, shook off this ridiculous reason for deducting points, and said to Harry: Do you want to demonstrate, Potter?

Professor Anthony? Harry asked.

This Mr. Ravenclaw is curious about the pronunciation of Parseltongue... To be honest, I am also very curious. Anthony smiled, If you are willing to teach him, I think he should be willing to learn. Just Say the words 'let him go'.

Let him go, Harry said.

Anthony shook his head: No, this is English.

Hiss let him go.

Anthony couldn't help laughing: This is still English, Mr. Potter. I'm worried that you won't be able to be a snake.

Let go and hiss him - I can't, Harry said in frustration. It's probably only when I'm face to face with a snake that I can speak in Parseltongue.

Anthony looked around, and there happened to be a hair rope left by an unknown student in the corner. He picked up the red hair rope and concentrated on trying to turn it into a snake.

Okay, make do, Potter. Anthony said, Please forgive me, my transfiguration is really not very good.

He wrapped the snake with the yellow bow pattern around his arm. Harry and the senior Ravenclaw both laughed, and Harry laughed: Hisssssssssssssss.

Again, he sounded evil, as if daring the snake, whose little eyes were watching him so kindly, to sink its cloth teeth into Anthony's finger. Ravenclaw paled and took a big step back.

It's Parseltongue this time. Anthony said, What were you talking about just now, Potter? I really didn't understand. Could you please translate it.

Hiss—I'm sorry. Harry closed his eyes and shook his head, I just said it looks better than the Slytherin one.

Ah, thank you for your compliment. Anthony said, turning to Ravenclaw, Have you learned it?

No, no, said the Ravenclaw senior. Several students who wanted to go back to Gryffindor's dormitory passed by them and stood outside the portrait watching Harry teach Parseltongue. The Weasley twins were already trying.

The fat lady said dissatisfiedly: Do you want to go in or not?

Wait for a while, Fred replied, shaking his head.

Let's not start with a long sentence, Potter, said Anthony. Let's try the simple one, 'Let him go.'

Hiss, said Harry.

This sentence still seemed very sinister and evil, but Anthony said firmly: Yes, this is what I heard on the court today. Exactly the same.

Every sentence sounds the same to me, the Ravenclaw muttered.

Maybe it's because you didn't study hard? Anthony said, smiling down at Harry. I think Potter was letting the snake loose Davis at that time. Well done, Mr. Potter, I'm glad you mastered it. A rare foreign language.

That's not just a foreign language, Professor Anthony! shouted one student. Historically, all Parseltongues were dark wizards!

Really? Anthony asked, watching Harry nod in despair, Then we might be witnessing history: a Parseltongue who is not a dark wizard.

To be honest, as a dark wizard, Anthony couldn't see any connection between Parseltongue and dark wizards.

When Harry told him distressedly that his ability to speak Parseltongue meant that he might be a dark wizard, Anthony even couldn't help but wonder if Parseltongue was something similar to undead magic. After all, he didn't expect that playing with bones meant he was a dark wizard. But unless there was some definition of magic that allowed people to communicate with snakes to be black magic, he didn't see what was wrong with chatting with something other than a human being.

But, anyway, at least in this case... Anthony said, I heard Potter say 'let him go'.

No, it's 'let go and hiss him,' George corrected.

Fred was sticking out his tongue to imitate a snake. Hearing the words, he immediately withdrew his arm from Lee Jordan's shoulders: I hissed and understood.

As the Fat Lady complained in annoyance, the Gryffindor students slipped into the hole one by one. Anthony reminded the Ravenclaw student who was still in a daze about the curfew time. The other person glanced at Harry and strode away without saying a word.

Thank you, Professor, Harry said, looking around and whispering, But I didn't mean to let him go.

Anthony said in surprise: Isn't it? He remembered what Harry told him before.

Harry said: Yes at first, but then it was 'Please let him go' and 'Thank you'.

Oh. Anthony thought about it and smiled, I admit, I didn't study particularly seriously. He pushed Harry, Go back, polite Mr. Potter. Don't worry about your foreign language talent. Now, eighty or ninety percent of what you encounter is because others cannot understand what you are saying...just like me.

Okay, Professor, Harry said, climbing through the open portrait.

Anthony looked at the hair rope that had turned into a snake—he had forgotten to ask the students to take the lost object with them when they entered the common room—and said, Let go and hiss at me.

Then he realized that according to Professor McGonagall's Wolverine theory, this thing was essentially a hair rope. No matter whether he was right or not, the other party would never really let go of him.

…

The next day, Anthony finally saw Dumbledore having breakfast on the staff bench. Dumbledore was being careful not to dip his silver beard into raspberry jam while chatting with Professor McGonagall.

Good morning, Henry, said Professor McGonagall, giving him a meaningful look.

Good morning, Minerva, Pomona. Good morning, Caredi. Anthony pulled out his chair and sat down between Professor Sprout and Professor Bubbaji. At Professor Bubaji's insistence, he also began using her Christian name.

Professor Sprout was happily slathering butter on the buns. Anthony asked: What's the news today?

Professor Sprout raised his head: Oh, yes. Albus showed up.

Where's Davis, are you awake? Anthony asked concerned.

He woke up once, but for treatment, Poppy put him to sleep again. Professor Sprout said.

Professor Boubaji said, You're late, Henry. We've already discussed these topics. She pushed a stack of pancakes in front of Anthony.

Is there anything that hasn't been discussed? Anthony asked, pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice.

I was just about to mention this to Albus, Henry. Professor McGonagall said to him across the seat. The Weasley twins woke up everyone in the Gryffindor dormitory before going to Quidditch practice in the morning. People - except maybe girls - claim that they are also Parseltongues and are the most evil black wizards. They will curse all those who oppose them with snake words and let 777 snakes pull out people's hair in the middle of the night. There are only seven left. What do you think about this matter?

Uh... Anthony said, When is it before Quidditch practice? He saw many people yawning at the Gryffindor table.

Six o'clock in the morning, said Professor McGonagall. They hissed and banged on every dormitory door and read out their Parseltongue statement. So at ten past six, outside my door Standing is Percy Weasley.

That curse sounds hissing rather horribly, Dumbledore said seriously.