The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Dragon egg? Anthony said, leaning over to examine it carefully, I know you have always wanted a dragon, but didn't you say it was illegal?

Hagrid rubbed his big feet on the ground uncomfortably, looking like he had sobered up a lot: Speaking of which... well, yes, I think that's why that person was eager to throw it to me as soon as possible... He Looking at Anthony expectantly, You will keep it a secret for me, right?

Uh... Anthony asked, Does the principal know?

No, I don't think he knows yet, said Hagrid. But, of course, he will. There is nothing in the whole castle that is hidden from Dumbledore.

Anthony was a little worried that Dumbledore already knew. You have to be clear, Hagrid traded with people under the nose of another Dumbledore - well, gambling, not much better, maybe even worse - Class A non-tradable goods.

And although the relationship between the two brothers is obviously complicated, Anthony would rather believe that Dumbledore in the Hog's Head Bar would not watch the dragon egg being brought into the school without knowing that Dumbledore in Hogwarts was there.

You will tell the principal, right, Hagrid? Anthony asked, Since he will know about it anyway, it's better to take the initiative to tell it earlier.

Hagrid muttered: Okay, I will...but not now, at least let it hatch...

Great, let Dumbledore suffer. Maybe he could build a small castle for Hagrid's baby dragon next to the Acromantula Hollow in the Forbidden Forest, until the dragon snatched a princess from nowhere. Anthony hoped it would not be a princess of the British royal family - and preferably not Her Majesty the Queen.

How long will it take? Anthony was still a little worried.

Hagrid leaned down, threw two more pieces of firewood into the fireplace, and fiddled with it a few times to make the fire more intense: Depending on what kind of dragon it is, the fastest one is probably only a month - oh, I need to chop more Light some firewood. The person who gave it to me told me to put the egg in the fire... What a pity, I forgot to ask his name, he is very good with magical beasts, hope to see him again next time .”

Do you have to let the fire burn like this? Anthony frowned and asked, The weather is getting hotter and hotter, people will definitely notice something is wrong.

Hagrid scratched his head.

You're right, Henry. He asked sincerely, What do you have in mind?

Put out the fire, Anthony said simply. Put the egg back in your pocket, tell the Headmaster what happened, and then hatch it in the winter when everyone starts burning the fireplace.

But that's too long! Hagrid said, stubbornly looking at the Azkaban Pass in the fireplace, It may not be able to wait until that time...Mother Dragon will not wait until half a year before starting to hatch eggs...

Anthony said: Then wait for the holiday. In just over a month, the students will all go home, and you can prepare a stroller and diapers for your dragon in peace and quiet.

Hagrid exclaimed: You reminded me, Henry, that I should make some preparations to welcome the little dragon!

He began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find his own yarn and needles, intending to knit some pairs of wool socks for his upcoming new life. Anthony still wanted to persuade him, but Hagrid could no longer listen.

I'll tell you when it hatches! Hagrid said, You can be his godfather!

…

The next day was a Monday, and Dumbledore was still sitting in the middle of the teachers' bench, smiling and welcoming all the staff and students who came downstairs for breakfast.

When everyone had almost eaten, Dumbledore suddenly tapped his cup with a small silver spoon and stood up. The clear voice echoed in the hall, and people gradually realized what the principal planned to say to them, and stopped their conversations. The owl that flew in also folded its wings and stood quietly by the dining table.

Now that everyone has eaten and drunk, I have a few things to tell you. Dumbledore smiled and said, The application form for course opening has been posted on the bulletin board in the common room of each college. Please Please pay attention, classmates. His bright eyes glanced at the two red-haired Gryffindor twins who were whispering together, I promise it's not a prank.

There was some commotion at the dinner table. Many students showed confused expressions - they must have hurried over to have breakfast after getting up and didn't pay attention to the bulletin board at all. Anthony saw Hermione roll her eyes and began to quickly explain something to Harry and Ron, who had messy hair.

Also, Mrs. Hooch asked me to remind everyone that according to the supplementary regulations of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, referees from all over the country have the right to modify the official rules at their discretion when conducting regional competitions to take into account the fairness, justice and fun of Quidditch. .

She announced that in accordance with this regulation, the Quidditch Cup between Hogwarts Houses will implement Hogwarts' unique Quidditch rules and standards. For specific information, please ask the captains of each house team to find Mrs. Hooch in their spare time for further information. learn.

Besides that, I think I must reiterate once again, anyone who does not want to die innocently, please do not step into the corridor on the right side of the third floor. The Forbidden Forest, as its name implies, is also forbidden to students - Especially lately.”

Especially recently - Anthony suddenly thought of the dead unicorn. He had been a little busy and forgot about it.

He began to secretly look at the professors on the faculty bench. Except for the serious Professor McGonagall and the expressionless Snape, everyone had some reaction to the principal's words. Professor Flitwick frowned worriedly, Professor Sprout smiled reassuringly at the students below, and Professor Bubbaji next to Anthony looked at Dumbledore in confusion, as if he didn't understand why he reiterated This prohibition, while Filch glanced at all the students sinisterly.

There were even more professors who did not attend. Professor Trelawney, who always stays in her room and stares at the future, Professor Quirrell, who has begun to be afraid of students, Professor Kettleburn, who has limited mobility... and so on.

Among these professors who rarely show up, the one who has the best relationship with Anthony is Professor Quirrell, and he is also the only one who he currently senses has the aura of undead magic - the undead magic of the skeleton cat is very similar to the undead magic of the unicorn. similar.

Finally, because the weather is getting hotter, in addition to ice cream for dinner, Hogwarts will also provide iced pumpkin juice, lemon honey water, milkshakes and ice cream for lunch. However, lemon ice cream is still only available for dinner. . Dumbledore said happily, and sat down amidst the cheers of the students.

…

Professor Quirrell? Anthony knocked on Quirrell's office door again, I want to talk to you.

He didn't want to believe that the human who had hurt the unicorn's mother was Professor Quirrell, but he spent some time visiting other professors (who Snape mockingly called the social master of the moment), including barely speaking to each other. , and even those whose names were unclear - such as Professor Sinistra, the bleary-eyed astronomy professor who opened the door with a nightcap on his head - but no smell of undead magic could be smelled from them.

Of course, the breath of undead magic is not indelible or unconcealable... as long as people can detect it. After all, the so-called breath of undead magic and the unicorn's curse are just magic marks.

However, based on Anthony's current experience, advanced wizards can usually realize that it is black magic, but they cannot detect the sunset glow from the god of death as keenly as the necromancer.

Professor Quirrell! Anthony knocked on the frame one last time. The garlic stands quietly in the center of the picture, looking a bit like it is about to sprout.

Anthony shrugged: Okay.

He turned and went to the Owlery, asking the owl to deliver a letter to Professor Quirrell. For reasons that Anthony can't understand, the owls of the Wizarding World can find you no matter where you are.

Unless Professor Quirrell also had a grumpy skeleton cat in his house - which might even explain the scratches on his body and the vague hint of necromancy that he still has - Anthony couldn't think of a way he could keep it. reason for this letter.

Anthony told Professor Quirrell in the letter that after they killed the basilisk that day, he obtained a very interesting magic item (when he wrote this line, the wraith mouse was struggling to get through the crack of the half-open window). squeeze in), but the relevant research has hit a bottleneck recently (he still has not found a way to bring the mice home during the holidays, that is, a way to bring the wraith chicken into the school), and asked Professor Quirrell if he would like to meet him tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Discuss it.

Recall past common experiences, find the same interests and hobbies as entry points, and then send out an invitation... Anthony muttered, tying the letter to the outstretched leg of the school's barn owl and filling it with corn kernels. trough and sink.

Since his mice have little interest in food of any kind, Anthony now has more nuts and corn kernels in his drawer than the students can eat.

…

After sending the letter, Anthony came down the stairs, flapping his feathers and thinking about what he should do if Professor Quirrell refused to keep the appointment. He didn't notice the people hurried up from downstairs.

He staggered when he was hit, and quickly held on to the railing. With his other hand, he picked up the student who fell on the stairs: I'm sorry, are you okay - Parkinson's?

Pansy Parkinson screamed, covered her face with her hands, and screamed: No! I'm not!

Her eyes were swollen with tears. She was wearing a protective mask covering her mouth and nose like Hagrid, her hair was disheveled, and her wizard robes were rumpled.

What's wrong with you? Anthony asked, squatting down and looking at the Slytherin junior carefully. Through the gap between the mask and her hair, he could see that Pansy's face seemed to have some red and swollen marks.

Pansy tried her best to open her swollen eyes, and it seemed that she could only see who was in front of her now. She slammed Anthony's hand away and said angrily: You don't have to worry about it!

Miss Parkinson. Anthony slowed down, What happened?

What happened? Pansy repeated sharply, tears welling up in her eyes, You might as well ask your good student Davis!

Davis? Anthony asked confused, then realized that she was not talking about Mr. Davis lying on the bed, but the young lady.

Before he could continue to ask, Pansy had already lowered her head and ran past him. She whistled, and a beautiful and ferocious owl landed on her arm.

Pansy handed a letter to the owl: Matilda, give this to mother.

The owl pecked her ear affectionately, wrapped its huge wings around her head comfortingly - Pansy sobbed loudly - and then fluttered to the window and flew away into the distance.

Anthony grabbed Pansy as she pretended not to see him and went downstairs, taking a tissue from his pocket.

Wipe it, blow your nose—even if you're not Miss Parkinson, he said. Get some rest, and now that you've written home, wait for your parents' reply. Whatever it is, don't go now Miss it.”

Pansy looked at him suspiciously and snatched the tissue from his hand: You said it easily. But she stood still on the stairs.

What did Miss Davis do? Anthony asked. He took out another box of nuts originally intended for the owl from his pocket, opened it and motioned for Pansy to take some.

Pansy raised her eyebrows and asked sternly: Are you going to stand up for her again, Professor Anthony? Are you going to tell me again that you shouldn't bully your classmates? She said fiercely, Go ahead and talk to her! Let her Listen too - I rarely go to trouble these bastards anymore... As she spoke, her eyes turned red again.

Anthony said, Would you like to tell me what I should say to Miss Davis? What kind of truth do you think she should hear?

Just say that you shouldn't bully your classmates! Pansy said loudly, pulled off the mask on her face, and showed her face to Anthony with her neck strangled. From his nose down to his collar, there were red, swollen, and festering scars that looked both like burns and corrosion.

Anthony was startled: Have you gone to the school hospital, Miss Parkinson?

I don't have to go! Pansy said with her head held high, I want to keep these evidence until Davis gets the punishment she deserves!

Anthony flatly objected: No, you'd better go now - do you have any classes next, Miss Parkinson?

I'm asking for leave, Pansy said, her voice lowered again, I can't appear in front of Draco like this.

Anthony almost sighed.

You are not willing to appear like this in front of Mr. Malfoy, but you want to keep them until-until Miss Davis is willing to take responsibility for this? Anthony asked, Let's not mention how likely these wounds are to worsen, do you really want to Did you pass, Miss Parkinson?

Pansy said stubbornly: I won't go to the school hospital.

I'm afraid this is not your decision, Parkinson. Anthony said, Let's go, I'll take you there - we'll take the professor's aisle, and I'll make sure no one can see you.