The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

With the Weasley twins' guidance (and Dumbledore's admiration), Anthony could occasionally hear a hissing sound echoing under the vault of a certain corridor. It wasn't just the students who were close to the Weasley brothers who were joking about it, Anthony even noticed that a few of the younger Slytherins were seriously trying to speak Parseltongue, as if it represented them and Slytherin. relationship is closer.

But like Tracy said, some people refuse to believe it's Parseltongue.

Stop biting your tongue, idiot! After sitting down at an empty table near the archives, Anthony heard Draco Malfoy say angrily, Do you think Potter will be the successor of Slytherin? , Huh? No? Then why do you make that strange sound?

Not sure what the other party answered, Malfoy sounded a little more satisfied: Okay, since you still remember... Go find it quickly, I won't believe it...

But we don't know how to find it at all. Another voice said, We all ran to the library. We can't be looking for a referee who thinks it's normal to throw snakes at opponents, right?

You don't have to talk like that, Shabini! Malfoy said as sternly as a young boy's voice, Ravenclaw found at least six pieces of evidence before convincing Madam Hooch to directly declare victory for them. So. There must be counterexamples in many records, as long as we can find it... His voice suddenly paused, and then he asked, By the way, where is Pansy?

Shabini said impatiently: Ha, she felt that she was going to be expelled for a while, and then she felt that someone would come to retaliate against her, so she hid in the girls' dormitory and did not dare to come out.

Malfoy snorted: Coward.

Their discussion was so loud that Mrs. Pince's vulture-like face soon appeared at the door.

Say one more word... she said through gritted teeth, just get out of here. No matter who authorizes you, it will be useless.

There was silence in the archives room. Mrs. Pince glanced around sternly and suspiciously: What is that?

Uh...bread.

Bread! her voice rose, as if she was talking about bugs instead of bread. Get out! Now!

But--

Get out! Mrs. Pince snapped, waving her feather duster. The next second, a group of teenagers holding their heads ran out of the archives, followed by a long stream of quills, ink bottles and parchment. The last thing that flew out was a bag of flattened bread. It drew a perfect arc in front of Anthony's eyes and accurately hit the head of the slowest student.

Mrs. Pingsi stood there with lingering anger and took a breath for a while before she noticed Anthony sitting next to her: Professor Anthony, I haven't seen you for a while.

Mrs. Pince. Anthony greeted her quickly, I think it may be because I have been in the office for a while...

Mrs. Pince said, Ah, practical activities, right? I heard about that too.

Her expression suggested that she hadn't heard about it from any particularly library-compliant source, and Anthony couldn't help but wonder what his student had done.

But Madam Pince was already complaining to him about the Slytherin students.

It may be hard for you to imagine, Professor Anthony, but Professor Snape authorized all of them to enter the archives. She said dissatisfiedly, I hope the professors will be more cautious before issuing authorizations to see if they are causing trouble in the public areas. Chaos comes out! Not all students should be allowed into more precious places!

She glanced around the library sharply, staring hard at a student who was looking around with his head raised. It wasn't until she realized that he was just dazing aimlessly between writing papers that she retracted her gaze and returned to the previous topic. Top: Bread!

I know eating is not allowed in the library, Anthony said.

Mrs. Pince exhaled from her nose and glared at Anthony. Then, probably remembering that he had not approved a single IOU from the forbidden book area, her expression softened a little.

I'm not talking about you, Professor Anthony. I know you are very cautious, she said. Neither you, nor Professor Trelawney, have sent any strange students to the restricted area - of course, Professor McGonagall I’m very cautious now. Let me think about it... Professor Binns hasn’t signed an authorization for a long time.”

Anthony secretly wondered how Professor Hambins would hold a pen and sign. He nominated: Where is Professor Quirrell?

Mrs. Pince seemed to have almost forgotten that there was this professor. She was stunned for a moment and then nodded: Yes, there is Professor Quirrell. I don't think he comes to the library very often. I haven't seen him in a long time. It’s his turn.”

Anthony could imagine.

Except for classes, Professor Quirrell rarely appears outside his office during the day. Professor Sprout told Anthony privately that she thought Professor Quirrell was even a little afraid of his students.

To be honest, after Snape took over the class, students rarely had more respect for Professor Quirrell. But his classes seemed to be getting worse and worse, and this respect was quickly exhausted.

The weather is getting warmer, and for some reason, the smell of garlic in the warm air is even more unbearable than in the cold.

In the middle of class, one student couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out the door and vomited. Anthony heard that Professor Flitwick even stopped his planned lesson on the Joy Charm that day and instead taught a housework spell on how to freshen the air. The students in that class studied very seriously, just like everyone wants to join the domestic service career after graduation.

Severus should have taught it, Professor Flitwick said at the time. Potions apprentices seem to use this a lot, don't they? I thought they had learned it long ago.

Snape was wearing a satisfied sneer, listening to Professor Sprout talk about the mess in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and took a sip of tea after hearing this.

A potionist must appreciate with all his heart the subtleties of the potion he brews, he said. If anyone makes his cauldron emit a nauseating smell, he had better remember what he has done. What. However, at least so far, no one has complained about the ventilation problem in the Potions classroom - if Quirrell needs it, he can come to the cellar for lessons.

Professor Sprout said with some reproach: Poor Quirinas is unlucky enough.

What's the matter, Pomona? Snape said diplomatically, I thought I was trying to help him.

…

In addition to the strong odor, students also complained about Professor Quirrell's worsening stuttering problem.

Anthony was immersed in his lesson plan, wondering how Professor Bubaji could continue to publish O.W.Ls test papers for so many years, and thinking about whether he needed to arrange a review class before the end of the semester like the university did. Unknowingly, Missed lunch time. When he finally finished writing the first draft of the third grade final exam paper, there were gradually more people in the library.

A student sat behind Anthony and described to his friends how Peeves was rampant. He sang and tore up Bloody Balor's paper when he was depressed, and at the same time complained about the paper topic assigned by Professor Quirrell and his class. It doesn't matter at all, and taking notes is of no use.

Are you still listening to the class? His friend asked in surprise, I can't quite understand what he is saying now.

It's not that difficult to understand. The student said sharply, Except for the 'obstacles and obstacles' curse last week and the 'fainting' spell last week, the things he taught were pretty normal. .

His friend sighed: Our Defense Against the Dark Arts is getting more and more ridiculous. The last professor was just another Binns, and this time he has turned into a stuttering vampire.

I know. I just want an O.W.Ls without having to translate spells for our professor's language barrier. Is that too much to ask for?

Snape, his friend said bitterly, has no speech impediment.

I mean, be normal.

Hey, that's a bit much, his friend said sternly. You have unrealistic expectations about a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The student actually burst out laughing, and then choked out a series of coughs. This attracted Mrs. Pince's attention, and there was silence behind Anthony for a while.

After a while, Anthony heard the person behind him ask quietly: Is it that funny?

No, I was thinking of something else, the student said. You know what? Quirrell might be a Parseltongue, especially if Snape is involved.

Why?

It's so nice to meet you, the student stammered, hissssssssss Professor Snape.

His friend was also happy.

For a moment, there was a hissing sound behind Anthony, as if there were two deflated balloons sitting there.

Anthony turned his back to them and sighed.

Even from a friend's perspective, Professor Quirrell can hardly be called competent. If his reputation among students continues to deteriorate like this, Anthony is a little worried that Quirrell may become the first professor Dumbledore fires - maybe he is fine as a Muggle Studies professor, but something like Defense Against the Dark Arts The pressure to take multi-year required courses is too great.

Anthony stared at the first draft in front of him, thinking that maybe he should pay attention to Professor Quirrell.

It seems that I have sun, and I can’t sleep due to coughing. I wake up and change my clothes.