The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

You should have come here earlier, Miss Parkinson! Madam Pomfrey said sternly, forcefully pulling Pansy's hand off her face, Look at yourself, stupid girl! This could have been easily solved! How long? Yes, yesterday afternoon? Last night?

Pansy asked with a trembling voice: Originally...?

Originally! Madam Pomfrey said angrily. She dipped gauze in some kind of magic potion and gently applied it on Pansy's face. The red and swollen areas around the edges miraculously subsided.

Anthony looked around the school hospital. Roger's bed curtains had been drawn down, and it seemed that he had fallen asleep again. Tracy was not in the ward, probably because she had classes.

Before Pansy came in, a student tried to sneak in to visit Ravenclaw's miserable Quidditch hero Roger, but was kicked out by Madam Pomfrey. Apart from this, no one else visited the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey asked while applying the medicine: What's going on, Professor Anthony? She looked at Anthony with some reproach, as if asking why he always brought her some injured students.

Pansy sat on her seat with her neck stiffened and asked anxiously: Will it leave a scar, Madam Pomfrey?

It's a minor problem for you to make your own decisions like this! You should worry about whether the ulcer will spread! Madam Pomfrey said, then looked at the embarrassed Pansy and sighed, It will take some effort, but if we work hard enough If you're lucky, no.

Pansy let out a long breath of relief: Thank you, Madam Pomfrey. She glanced at Anthony aside and lowered her voice, Thank you, Professor.

Anthony smiled at her. At this time, Madam Pomfrey had come over with a lot of metal jars, glass bottles and ceramic cups. The tray was filled with strangely colored ointments, sticky potions and soaked in strange liquids. of herbs.

Pansy's face turned pale again. It's funny, when a person's face is so colorful, you can still clearly see the grayish white underneath those reds, purples, greens, and oranges like an old plaster wall.

Madam Pomfrey obviously noticed it too.

This is the price you pay for not coming to me, miss! she said, putting the tray on the small table next to her seat. I really can't understand, how could someone do this? You should have heard Sparrow Professor Te said in class that although the pus from Barbour tubers can treat acne, it must go through strict dilution steps... She said that, right?

You are so old, I don't believe your acne is that serious. Do you think your face is dragon skin, Miss Parkinson? She said this while applying various ointments to Pansy's face and neck. superior.

Pansy grimaced in pain, clutching the edge of the chair with her hands, and had no time to care what she was saying. However, Madam Pomfrey didn't seem to care at all whether she could answer or not. While constantly asking questions, she directly stuffed an herb into Pansy's mouth: Bite, bite tight.

Anthony watched in amazement as the inflamed and ulcerated area quickly fell away, and the exposed part was quickly corroded by whatever was applied on it. But before the blood came out, the new medicine had already firmly covered the brand-new, flesh-red wound. The skin and flesh grew rapidly, and within a short time, Madam Pomfrey was dealing with crescent-white scars that had just healed.

During this period, he wanted to leave several times, but Pansy pressed his robe when she sat down, and she seemed to be using all her strength to restrain herself from jumping up and running away immediately in pain. Anthony tugged at the clothes several times, but nothing could overcome the first-year girl's stubborn will - she was literally glued to the chair - and finally even Madam Pomfrey said: You can stay here, Professor Anthony. ...or a cutting charm, depending on how expensive your robes are.

However, when Madam Pomfrey dealt with the wound on Pansy's collar, Anthony naturally used the cutting charm. Madam Pomfrey closed the curtains around them tightly, and Anthony opened the curtains of Roger Davis' bed to take a look.

As soon as he opened the curtain, he met a pair of shining eyes. Roger lay on the bed with a pale face, opened his eyes and looked at him, looking sleepy.

Shh. Roger said softly, Please, Professor, I don't want to drink any more water of life and death.

Anthony took a chair and sat next to his bed: Why are you awake? He looked at the scars on Roger's body, and they didn't look like they were getting better. Unlike simple herbal corruption, black magic damage is often more difficult to reverse.

It hurts. Roger said hoarsely, in a very relaxed tone, and shook his head slightly to reject the water offered by Anthony.

Anthony asked: What did Madam Pomfrey say?

She knew. Roger said, Or she told me that it would get more and more painful. I just - I didn't expect it to be so painful. He raised his hand and touched his collarbone. , he rolled his eyes and took a breath quietly.

He even pointed at his neck and made a joke: Tell me, professor, was Professor Flitwick using hellfire? I must tell him that if you want to burn something, it's best not to be too careful. The place is burning.”

Anthony slowly put the back of his hand on Roger's neck.

Will it be better? he asked.

Better. Roger said, Professor Anthony, can I take this opportunity to know why your hands are so cold?

Anthony smiled: Tell me about your guesses. He looked at Roger's expression, All professors know that you like to put forward various hypotheses to professors in private. This is no secret. Tell us.

Okay, Roger said softly, Beyond various theories that have little support, we have two main theories.

Um?

The first one is to think that you have the blood of a magical creature or even a magical animal...maybe some cold-blooded animal.

Anthony asked calmly: What about the second one?

The second idea is that you cast a permanent warming charm on your hands because you worked as an ice cream clerk in the Muggle world, Roger said. They think it's a sign of professionalism.

Anthony asked in surprise: Who said I worked as an ice cream clerk before?

Roger was so surprised that he almost sat up: Aren't you?

When Madam Pomfrey shouted Two gentlemen, you know one of you should be sleeping at this time, Roger still said in disbelief: Everyone said that you lived in Muggles before and came to Hogg. Watts even worked at Florin Fusco's Ice Cream Shop for over a month.

Anthony probably knew where this rumor came from.

The first half is right, Anthony clarified, but the second half is wrong. I was just living in the Leaky Cauldron and would go to Fusco to buy ice cream from time to time.

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When Madam Pomfrey went to the medicine cabinet to look for more powerful painkillers and sleeping pills, Pansy, whose face and neck were covered with gauze, walked over to the undead wizard who was supposed to be sleeping, and looked curiously at the undead wizard on the bed. Awake patients sleeping peacefully.

She was startled by Roger's pale face, and Roger also looked at Miss Mummy in surprise.

Which unlucky guy are you? Roger smiled, It's also the neck?

He had obviously stepped on Pansy's sore foot. Pansy jumped up almost immediately and screamed: I'm the unlucky guy who was almost killed by Davis!

Davis? Tracey? Roger glanced at Anthony in confusion, then at the direction Madam Pomfrey left, and asked in a hoarse voice, What's wrong with Tracey?

You weak and pitiful Tracy... Pansy said through gritted teeth (from the sound of her voice, her injuries were gone), You broke into my dormitory and brought some pus from who knows where. Carefully pour it on my neck in an attempt to murder me - or at least disfigure me.

Roger tried to sit up: Impossible, are you talking about Tracy? Why did she do this? Do you have any evidence?

Evidence? Pansy sneered, I am the evidence. I said she tried to kill me, and that's what she did.

Anthony also said: Murder is a very serious charge, Miss Parkinson. I'm afraid even the principal here will ask you to give more evidence.

I knew it, Pansy said. I knew it would do no good to be soft-hearted to bastards and mudbloods. They have no gratitude at all...Mother was right... She glared at Anthony, as if she was betrayed by him. Same.

Very poor choice of words, Parkinson, Anthony said. I suggest you apologize. Regardless, Mr. Davis is innocent.

Roger asked: Professor, is what she said true? Is Tracy really...?

Even if Parkinson can't provide corresponding evidence, I think she probably didn't make up the story about the dormitory and the pus from Barber's tuber, but she just exaggerated her motives. Anthony said, No, don't worry about it. I'll talk to Miss Davis.

Motive? Roger asked, looking at Pansy carefully, Wait, I understand, are you from a pure-blood family? Who are you?

Even while lying on the bed, he still stared at Pansy fiercely, as if trying to find out which pure-blood wizard he was that Tracy couldn't bear.

Anthony had to speak for Pansy - as she said herself, since the confinement, he had indeed not seen or heard of her making trouble for Tracy, and he did not even deliberately bully those who were from a lower background. her classmates.

If he remembered correctly, Professor Sprout even mentioned that she heard that a first-year pure-blood student stopped a student from a declining pure-blood family from bullying a Muggle-born student based on blood theory - although What she said at the time was, It's so boring. Do you think you are any better than him? You don't think we don't know what your family tree looks like, do you?

Anthony said: I think the reason why Miss Davis did this has something to do with the reason why you are lying here.

What?

Anthony glanced at Pansy. She was twisting her face, biting her cheek, and staring at the bedpost, with no intention of answering. So Anthony said: The alchemy snake was customized by her.

No! Pansy said, turning her head sharply, I only customized the Slytherin flag. I don't know anything about the snake! The shop owner must have misunderstood and added the manor protection magic!

Anthony corrected: The alchemy snake was accidentally customized by her.

Oh, that's really... Roger was speechless for a moment, That flag is really unauthentic, we almost thought we were going to lose.

But he was no longer glaring at Pansy. In fact, he looked a little embarrassed and a little guilty.

At this moment, everyone heard Madam Pomfrey close the door to the medicine cabinet. Amidst the clinking of bottles, Roger quickly said to Pansy: Okay, then I apologize to you - because I misunderstood you, and because of Tracy's reckless behavior. She didn't really want to kill you, You know that, right? But it's still wrong, very wrong. I will tell her, and then let her... He frowned in distress, I don't know if she will listen to me. Yes, but no matter what, I apologize on her behalf and on your behalf. Is your injury okay?

It's okay. Pansy said stiffly.

Madam Pomfrey frowned and walked over: Get out of the way, the patient needs to rest- She handed the two medicine bottles to Roger, Drink this first, the painkiller, and then this, it should let you Go to sleep. If that doesn't work... She hesitated, We'll contact St. Mungo's.

Pansy asked: What do you mean? Can't you cure it?

This is a dark magic injury, Miss Parkinson. Madam Pomfrey was extremely dissatisfied with Pansy's tone. If all dark magic can be easily cured, they might as well not be called dark magic at all.

Pansy stared at the traces of dark magic on Roger's neck, watching without saying a word as Roger drank the bottle of painkillers several times.

You may have to wait a while for it to take effect, Madam Pomfrey said.

Roger said: Is it really true that the taste of the potions cannot be adjusted? Is it my imagination? They seem to be getting worse and worse. I am beginning to worry that its analgesic effect is caused by my intestines and stomach.

Don't sacrifice the efficacy of the medicine for a little taste, Davis. Madam Pomfrey said, lifting Roger's quilt, Come, let me check the wound...it's fine, there is no further development...

Does it hurt? Pansy asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Not bad. Roger said.

Madam Pomfrey complained, I told you, it's going to hurt more and more. She looked at Anthony, Do you know what's going on with Professor Flitwick, Professor Anthony?

In the morning, he said he was going to visit some old classmates and students. Anthony said. He supposed it was the friend from the Department of Mysteries whom Professor Flitwick had mentioned before.

Hopefully there's some good news, Madam Pomfrey said.

Roger raised his finger and pointed at Pansy: You scared her, madam, professor.

Anthony lowered his head and saw that the small part of Pansy's face that was exposed from the layers of gauze had turned pale.

She looks younger than Tracy. Roger said, moving his arms uncomfortably, trying to pull the quilt back. Tracy would be scared.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention. Anthony said, Let's go, Miss Parkinson. Would you rather rest in the campus hospital or go back to your dormitory?

No... Pansy said, and then she suddenly shouted, No! I'm sorry, Davis!

Roger was silent for a while and said: Since you didn't mean it... don't bring us Slytherin flags on the field again, I will forgive you. I believe you didn't mean it. He said a little sadly Repeated, You look younger than Tracy. She's at least a head taller than you.

No, no. Pansy said desperately, I...I wrote home...Davis, I'm sorry...