The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

When Anthony walked up the tower, he saw several students looking at him in surprise and confusion.

I am Henry Anthony, Professor of Muggle Studies. He introduced himself and put his bag on the window sill. The final exam for astronomy will begin soon. Please put away all things related to your coursework and confirm your identity. If there are no items nearby that may be warned by anti-cheating quills, we will issue quills immediately.

The astronomy final was scheduled for midnight, and the sky was so cloudy yesterday that not a single star could be seen, so the exam had to be postponed for a day. But Professor Sinister, the professor of astronomy, has a very important astronomy meeting tonight—no doubt it is also held in the middle of the night. The astronomers need to lie on the lawn, eat pudding and discuss the movement of the stars—so another professor needs to be invigilated on his behalf. .

When Anthony asked Sinistra the question whether the sun is a star at last night's dinner table, Professor Sinistra seemed delighted.

Would you like to proctor the astronomy final exam, Professor Anthony? she asked. It's really hard to find a professor who can only give students the wrong answers.

Isn't it? I thought the sun was a star too.

Professor Sinister said: No, even though it may have very, very similar properties to those distant stars, one thing is very important... It is the sun that shines on us every day, and it is the sun that we rely on for survival. Except No other star in the sky is as important to us as it is.

She took a piece of treacle pie as Anthony watched: That's why we don't need to memorize it, why it doesn't appear in Centaur astrology - because it's our life, it's who we are. The sun is not a Plant a star, Professor Anthony, and the sun will be the sun.”

And that's why Anthony is now facing a group of yawning children under the stars. They lazily collected notebooks, star charts, and various other things that Anthony could not understand into their bags, and then took a quill from the pen holder beside him. Second grade students were asked to gaze at the night sky with a telescope, indicate on a star map which stars they could observe today, and write down the properties of five of them.

While all the students were studying the sky anxiously, Anthony walked quietly behind them, curiously checking their answers. As Professor Sinistra said, his poor knowledge of astronomy did not allow him to judge what the correct answer was, but his simple logic could easily point out that people's answers were contradictory.

Autumn! a student whispered, Is there Europa?

Anthony coughed heavily and stood behind them.

Beside her, a beautiful girl turned her head carefully, glanced at Anthony, bit her lower lip in his warning gaze, turned back, and turned her eyes absentmindedly to the telescope.

A stern warning, ladies, Anthony whispered, walking away.

After Anthony left, she waited a moment and shook her head rapidly, as if adjusting the angle of her telescope.

But the classmates beside her didn't understand her hint.

Have you? the student asked again, clutching her anti-cheating quill that was about to jump up.

Anthony coughed again from a distance.

The girl named Qiu hesitated and whispered, No.

Ladies, Anthony said, I'm really sorry - the results are invalid. He stretched out his wand and tapped their quills.

The quill that was already clenched bald immediately jumped up, flew to the student's parchment, and crossed out most of the answers. Qiu's quill hesitated for a moment, crossed out the answer related to Europa, and then quietly dropped it into the ink bottle aside.

So many? Anthony looked at the cheating area marked by the quill in surprise, and then at the curly-haired girl. She must have had great strength to force the anti-cheat quill to write down all the answers after the first question. He looked at the top of the parchment. She didn't sign it.

What's your name? Anthony asked, noticing that many students turned their heads and looked secretly at this side. Qiu's face was pale and she stood aside at a loss.

Marietta. The curly-haired student said, Marietta Acmo. Professor, I'm sorry, can I continue the exam? I promise to write all the remaining questions myself. She looked at Anthony pleadingly.

I'm really sorry, Miss Acmore. Anthony said, gently pulling out Qiu's answer sheet from under the ink bottle.

The girl who had been standing aside seemed to look a little paler again, with tears welling up in her eyes.

Qiu...Zhang, I hope I didn't read it too wrong. Anthony said, Ms. Zhang, you can go back to the dormitory to rest.

Marietta begged, Professor, we know we were wrong! I must have grades, otherwise my parents will be disappointed... She began to cry.

Qiu Zhang's tears also fell. She clenched her hands tightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she put away her things without saying a word and ran downstairs.

Autumn? Autumn! Marietta shouted, looking in the direction where her friend disappeared, hesitated for a moment, turned her head and continued to talk to Anthony, Professor, please! I - really can't accept -

Anthony looked at her, shook his head, and said softly: I warned you three times.

…

Because Marietta was affecting other students' answers, Anthony had to tell her sternly that if she continued to cry like this, Ravenclaw would lose ten points and she would get a detention. After Marietta's footsteps disappeared in the corridor, Anthony withdrew his gaze and looked around the rooftop of the tower. The students lowered their heads and avoided his sight.

When Antony announced that the examination was over, everyone immediately put the quill back into the inkwell and quietly handed him the parchment.

Professor Sinistra heard about this when he returned the next day.

Qiu Zhang should be allowed to continue taking the exam, she said.

Anthony said in surprise: Professor Sinister, I remember someone told me that if I encounter academic misconduct, I must be severely punished. It is said that all astronomy exams are like this, because it is really easy to cheat.

Professor Sinistra sighed: Yes, it's me.

…

Anthony noticed that he did not see Marietta and Cho Chang at breakfast. However, considering that the exam was scheduled in the middle of the night, most of the students who participated in the exam did not show up at the long table of the college in the morning.

However, he still did not see the two students whose grades were invalidated at noon. He asked Professor Flitwick: How are Miss Acmore and Miss Zhang in your college?

Professor Flitwick looked at him confused and thought for a few seconds before he realized who he was asking.

Oh, it's nothing. He said with a smile, They seemed to have had a quarrel, but it didn't lead to a fight.

Professor Sprout said disapprovingly: Felix!

Really, it's not a big deal. Professor Flitwick said, You and Minerva will have conflicts. What's the point of Zhang and Exmo being angry? It's just a quarrel between friends.

Professor McGonagall said: Professor Flitwick!

Professor Flitwick said: Okay, okay. I won't say anything anymore. He smiled and threw a few chickpeas into his mouth.

Anthony looked away and noticed that Pansy was eating a chicken leg in silence on the long Slytherin table. She seemed a little distracted and even missed a joke Malfoy told. When everyone started laughing, she suddenly woke up, put down the drumstick, and echoed a few words.

…

While Cho Chang and Marietta quarreled, Tracy and Pansy quietly formed an awkward relationship.

When Pansy quarreled with her mother in public, many Slytherins would look at her strangely, as if she would jump up and announce that she had moved on and that her ideal husband was no longer Malfoy. But...like, say, Weasley, any Weasley.

Malfoy laughed at the joke for a while, then turned around and asked, Can you, Pansy? They were in the Slytherin common room, and the dim light of the fire lit up the room. A school of fish swam past the window, their scales glistening.

Of course not. Pansy said softly, looking at him gratefully that he was still willing to talk to her at this time.

Oh? Malfoy said, giving a false smile.

She said disdainfully: You know...those are all nonsense. The Weasley family is poor and smelly, and they are all Gryffindors. Ha, just them?

Malfoy nodded with satisfaction, suddenly sat up from the sofa, and added: That's right, Pansy, absolutely right. Weasley is poor, smelly, and has an abnormal brain... I really wonder how they can Will it still be a pure blood? If they like Muggles so much, they might as well find a mudblood to marry, their garbage dump is only suitable for dirty blood.

Pansy said beamingly, Are you talking about Granger? The Mudblood?

Good idea, Pansy. Granger and Weasley, haha! Malfoy said approvingly, looking at Pansy as if he were meeting her for the first time, I didn't know you could still think.

Tracy closed the book with a snap.

Of course she can, she said, and strode back to her dormitory.

Oh, 'people' are defending you. Malfoy teased. Pansy blushed.

…

What do you think you are doing! Pansy rushed to Tracy's bedroom angrily, I don't need your protection, bastard!

Tracy is sorting her clothes. She folded a robe and put it in the closet before looking up at Pansy.

I'm helping you, or I'm retaliating against you, Tracy said. You can take a guess.

Pansy stood there, gritting her teeth and contorting her face: If - if you still have a little bit of basic conscience - a little bit of shame -

Shame? Tracy asked, her voice a little louder. I don't understand. Aren't you the one who attacked us first, me and Roger? If you think about it, you will know who is the one who needs shame. people.

Are you talking about me? Pansy asked in disbelief, her chest heaving violently, I - I was beaten by my mother, laughed at by my classmates, and even Draco doubted me because of you -

Aren't you worthy of suspicion? Tracy said. You're doing it for us? Who are you doing it for?

I... Pansy glared at her fiercely, and then looked around Tracy's dormitory furiously, trying to find something suitable to smash the opponent's head with.

Tracy said quietly: Admit it, you're doing it for your own conscience.

I'm so crazy that I thought you were human! Pansy said. I should have known that inferior species are incorrigible. They are full of useless illusions and think they can be equal to purebloods! Mom said it That’s right, you should die with your filthy mother and your crazy father—”

She paused, because Tracy turned around suddenly, took out a glass bottle from the closet and raised it. It contained a strange yellow-green liquid, which looked very ominous.

I really lost my mind. Tracy said, slamming the glass bottle to the ground. The sturdy bottle bounced twice on the ground before cracking a thin crack. The watery liquid slowly seeped out, slowly printing strange shapes on the edge of the dark green carpet.

What's that? Pansy asked, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. She suddenly realized that Tracy was much taller than herself. She remembered that Tracy was a second-year student, and how she poured pus into her collar. She didn't understand why the bottle didn't hit her head.

Tracy said firmly: Scar removal.

Pansy glared at her.

Tracy stared back without showing any signs of weakness, looking down at her: I mixed porcupine quill powder into your Barber tuber pus, a very small amount, but it can make the wound difficult to heal. I almost - I was -

Pansy looked at the bottle on the ground that was still slowly dripping potion, and took a small step back.

I thought I should apologize to you, Tracy said. I thought Roger had a point.

If...if you want to apologize to me! Pansy said, her voice gradually getting louder, Then your best way is to stay away from me! Don't you understand, the last thing I need now is to talk to you. On the relationship!

Oh my God, you're such an idiot! Tracy said, You're already involved with me!

Then get away! Pansy said, Just pretend this never happened!

Okay! Tracy said, No, no, wait, Parkinson...I suddenly thought, no, I will not stay away from you. You can deny it, but from today on, I will Announce to everyone that you are my best friend. You can see what your 'friends' think of this. See if they believe you as a friend or me as a bastard. She revealed to Pansy With a sarcastic smile, Your pure-blood friends who make you proud, in their hearts, you are not even as good as me.