The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The weather is getting hotter day by day. Summer has arrived, and all the rooms are very hot. Within a short time of class, Anthony found that the students were sweating and upset. The wide-open windows couldn't bring a hint of coolness, and even the occasional wind that blew in had a stuffy and humid smell. Even the Weasley twins had little energy, just lying on the table, pushing a wad of scratch paper around, pretending to be playing ball.

Anthony stopped. After a few seconds of silence, the students who were writing down something on the paper realized something and raised their heads to look at him.

It's too hot, isn't it? Anthony asked the students sitting in the front row. He's really not very sensitive to temperature anymore.

Yeah, this damn weather. Angelina said listlessly, It doesn't matter, Professor, you tell me. It's like this every year. She glanced at Anthony, who wasn't sweating even a drop, and sighed.

Anthony thought about it: If you don't mind, should we move the class to the evening?

I have an astronomy class tonight, Professor, another student said.

Okay, Anthony said, How about this, we finish class quickly, and then you can go to the lobby and grab the first wave of ice cream. How does that sound?

Fred drawled, Better.

But not much, said George.

Professor Anthony, tell us something new. One student asked, Tell Muggles, how do they solve summer?

I know, they will send themselves to the moon. Another student said dullly, and drew a simple rocket on the airplane illustration in the textbook, which happened to be drawn on the simple Muggle pilot's helmet, Then there is only It's night. Ha, clever Muggles! And we, wizards, sit in our little rooms and learn how well they can live without magic.

Her deskmate said rationally: That must be expensive.

That's right. The student thought for a while, Poor Muggles can go to the stars.

Anthony listened in amazement, wondering whether astronomy in the wizarding world was also very different from Muggle astronomy. If his memory was correct, most of the stars seemed to be similar to the sun. But the students would soon be approaching their astronomy finals, and Anthony wasn't about to mess with their heads just yet, especially not on such a sweltering afternoon.

Before the students could figure out how to stuff themselves into a refrigerator, Anthony interrupted their discussion.

He said: Muggles used similar methods to what you use today, opening windows, drinking cold drinks, eating ice cream, reducing activity during the day and, of course, long periods of patience, very, very long periods of patience... ...Except for one thing - an electric fan. He inevitably thought of those days when he was eating ice cream and blowing on the electric fan, and said with some nostalgia, Like the refrigerator you just mentioned, it is also an electrical appliance. Create a steady stream of wind.”

He could tell the students were imagining a giant feather fan, waving tirelessly, powered by electricity.

Some of you have seen it. Anthony prompted, glancing at the students who were slowly paying attention. When we visited the pet rescue center, some people once asked me about the 'cage' in the corner. What is Tiehua'-

Some people sighed in realization, while others still looked confused.

The Weasley twins started whispering again about their future owl (they decided to call him Elon), and Angelina, whose practical activities had been postponed until next semester, couldn't bear it and knocked her chair back hard, and the twin brother's The table shook violently, and the two people who were lying on the table talking almost bit their tongues.

Angelina, Fred groaned.

You deserve it, Angelina said, moving the chair back. She raised her head, met Anthony's gaze, and smiled sheepishly.

Anthony decided to ignore this little episode and continued: It's difficult to describe what it looks like by describing it alone, so there was a multiple-choice question in the exam that asked you to choose the item that is not electricity. In those pictures , in addition to refrigerators, televisions, electric lights, telephones and the correct answer to this question, airplanes, the remaining thing labeled 'for cooling in summer' is an electric fan.

He looked at the students' shining eyes and smiled: You can pay attention to that electric fan then.

Stinson said, Professor, can you repeat that? Refrigerators, televisions, fans, airplanes, what else?

Anthony said: You can only let something slip once.

In the remaining half of the class, the students' interest was obviously much higher. They all stared at Anthony, expecting him to let slip some topic again, but after Anthony took them to review the key points, he announced the end of get out of class with a smile.

Professor Anthony, do you still want to chat? Stinson said eagerly, Let's talk about Muggles again?

Anthony said, You've touched on a very big subject, Miss Stinson. What do you want to talk about Muggles?

Um...Muggle... Stinson touched his deskmate with his arm and motioned for her to help him.

The Life and Social Habits of Muggle Families in Britain. The classmate read to the textbook title.

Anthony smiled. He said: Good question. I think this question is worthy of writing a book. What do you think? If there is such a book, I will be willing to read it carefully several times. I even think I will use the content in the book to prepare for the final Here are the exam questions.”

He closed his book, put it back in his bag, and walked to the door under the disappointed eyes of the students.

By the way, the rumor is that Florin provided a batch of chocolate nut ice cream for Hogwarts. I heard that it will be available tonight. Anthony said.

Another news is that the elves are very dissatisfied with the hospitality of the ice cream shop owner. Tomorrow, there will be more than twenty flavors of ice cream on the Hogwarts table. But there is no need to tell the students this.

Anthony walked out of the classroom amidst the sounds of students hurriedly packing their schoolbags.

…

Another week passed, and even Anthony could feel the summer temperature. He would open the windows wide every evening, reading a book, and feel the temperature slowly drop in the evening breeze. It wasn't until his cat jumped in from the window that he would snatch his parchment back from under its sharp claws, close the window, draw the curtains, stroke the ginger cat's cold fur, and ask it to himself Where did you go today?

After learning that it and the wraith rats had a fight with Voldemort to protect his office, Anthony filled the room with guilt that he had wrongly blamed them: a patchwork cat nest modeled after Tooth's crib, a large pile of White wine, a hamster wheel, some of the reddest and most beautiful apples in the supermarket, and a small apple tree.

But the apple tree withered one night when he had a nightmare. And Anthony found that his undead magic didn't seem to understand what an apple tree inferi was, let alone summoning any apple tree skeletons or ghosts.

A ginger cat prefers his pillow or the foot of his bed to his bed. The next second Anthony carried it into the cat's nest, it jumped out, shaking its fur in disgust.

The wraith mouse has a special liking for the cat's nest, so it has now become a place where it spends time during the day. It hid all its apples deep in the cat's nest, and Anthony was secretly worried that one day there would be mold there.

One night, as soon as the cat got through the window, a tawny owl flew over with fluttering wings. Antony rewarded the messenger with the cat's balls of dried fish. Under the cat's gloomy gaze, the owl pecked at the dried fish a little, then flew away in disgust.

The letter was from Hagrid. There is only a very simple sentence on it: It's about to break out of its shell.

…

It was past curfew time and there was no one on the road. Anthony said goodbye to the almost headless Nick at the gate of the castle, and then walked along the quiet path towards Hagrid's cabin.

The wildly growing grass blades brushed against his calves, and the chirping of insects stopped for a moment as he passed by, then started chirping vigorously as he walked further away. Anthony heard a chorus of several more toads in the grass. He glanced at it, remembering that he had heard in the afternoon that Mr. Longbottom was looking for him again.

Anthony knocked on the door, and Hagrid's gruff question came from behind the door: Who is it?

Hagrid, it's me, Anthony said. I got your letter.

The door was opened. As soon as Hagrid saw him, a huge smile broke out on his face.

You're late, Henry, he said, eagerly pulling Anthony into the room. Come, take a look.

His curtains were tightly drawn, the door was locked, and only a few lights were lit. A copper pot with a leaky bottom was placed in the middle of his table, wrapped in a woolen warm jacket with a rough pattern, and the lid was constantly being pushed up. Judging from the sound, the little dragon probably had a very hard head.

Very lively, isn't it? Hagrid said proudly. It was put in a teapot. I almost missed the moment it broke out of its shell. If I hadn't heard the clattering sound in the teapot and looked at it carefully, I would have I still can't find the gap... When I finished writing you the letter, the eggshell was almost broken... I'm so strong, I can't wait to see the world, can't I?

He dragged Anthony to the teapot and proudly opened the lock on the top of the teapot. A wrinkled, dark little guy immediately stuck his head out. It stared with its orange eyes, looking around maliciously at the two people surrounding it, and then the strength of its hind limbs was no longer enough to support it standing, and with a clang, it fell back into the copper pot.

The pot was suddenly filled with harsh scraping sounds and ominous crunching sounds. Anthony looked over and saw that the dragon's claws were clawing at the burnt black lumps on the pot wall, and it was trying to flutter its wings that had not yet grown. The copper kettle made a strange sound, as if there were eight hundred metal moths in its belly.

It's cute, isn't it? Hagrid said, his voice softer. He stretched out his hand to release the dragon from the teapot.

The wrinkled baby dragon sniffed Hagrid's extended finger with its long black nose, sneezed, and spit out a few sparks.

Oh, healthy, very healthy! Hagrid said happily, and then the dragon bit his finger. He carefully lifted the strange thing out of the pot. The dragon's wings trembled restlessly, its neck stretched out, and it bit him tightly without letting go. It hung from Hagrid's finger. Anthony couldn't help but think of his grandfather fishing.

Exposure to the world outside the teapot made the newborn extremely uneasy. Hagrid took it in both hands and put it on the table, calling softly Baby, but the first thing the dragon wanted to do was to get back into its dark teapot. It was swaying and flopping on the table, using its tiny paws to hook the woolen warm sleeve on the copper kettle.

Even though the weather is already breathlessly hot - the big dog is now pressed against the wall, whimpering quietly - the British summer nights may still be too cold for a fire dragon. Xiaolong made several attempts to climb, shook his head, and sneezed a little. A few sparks spurted out from its nostrils, igniting the dragon egg pattern on the heater. Soon the teapot warmer was ablaze. In the firelight was a tattered teapot, and beside it was a dragon looking longingly at the copper pot.

No, no, that's the teapot. Hagrid said, Come here, mother is here.

The young dragon turned to look at the chattering big man and firmly tried to crawl back to the teapot. Hagrid stretched his hand out in front of it and was bitten again.

Good boy, yes, this is mother. Hagrid said lovingly, casually brushing away the black ashes left by the burned wool. See, Henry, he recognizes mother.

I think it almost mistook the teapot for its mother, Anthony said rationally.

Nonsense. Hagrid said, lowering his head to coax Xiaolong, Oh, oh, I will take good care of you.

Xiaolong sneezed again, setting his beard on fire.

Anthony said: Now that it has hatched, you can tell the principal, right?

Hagrid turned a deaf ear: You are too young, I can't give you food yet... The book says we have to wait for a day. You have to be good and be good, I will feed you right away after one day... The brandy is ready. , chicken blood will be the freshest. You will grow up healthy and happy...

Hagrid! said Anthony, you must tell Dumbledore.

Hagrid muttered: I think Dumbledore already knows... Nothing in school can be hidden from Dumbledore.

Whether he already knows and whether you tell him are two different things. Anthony said, You need to get some protection. I can't help you with this matter, because if I say it, it becomes a report. You have to talk to me personally. Dumbledore said.

Hagrid said nonchalantly: What guarantee? He was inspecting the little dragon's wings covered with thorns.

Guarantee that your orphans and widows will not be bullied by the Ministry of Magic. Anthony said.

Hagrid agreed perfunctorily, humming a lullaby. Xiaolong was biting his beard angrily.