The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 159 William Kuby

Yes, the Albacore Club. Anthony followed the topic carefully and took the teacup Fudge handed him.

Albus always has a lot of fantastic ideas. Albacore, it's so interesting! Fudge said, But, what does this club do?

Well... Anthony said. He didn't understand why the topic suddenly changed from Voldemort to tuna.

Fudge suddenly looked a little anxious and serious: This is not something that needs to be kept secret, right? Mr. Anthony? Haha, if it needs to be kept secret, I apologize to you. I understand it very much... Of course, I completely understand... But he His expression didn't look like he could understand at all. He began to rub his forehead with the handkerchief again.

No, there's nothing worth keeping secret. Anthony said, It's an interest club around mermaid language. The principal thinks that we live on the edge of the Black Lake, which is very suitable for learning mermaid language. He did not mention Potter's Parseltongue. Out of some intuition, he felt that it was best not to let the Ministry of Magic know about this matter.

Mermaid, of course! Fudge shouted, How could I not have thought of that! The name of this club is so wonderful... If someone hadn't chatted with us, I wouldn't have even known about it. Mermaid... …”

Anthony repeated patiently: Yes, about the Mermaid Club. He prompted, Does this have anything to do with that person?

What? Ah, no, no, you misunderstood, Mr. Anthony. You completely misunderstood. Fudge said, This is just a little curiosity on my part... You know, Albus is always busy, he Of course, our club will not register with the Ministry of Magic...

Does forming a club need to be registered with the Ministry of Magic?

No, we don't make it mandatory, but we encourage filing. Fudge knocked on the lid of the teapot, and it filled up on its own. You know, Mr. Anthony, the Ministry of Magic has always regarded ensuring the safety of the people as the most important thing. One, or the most important thing. Clubs that have been registered are...ah, relatively safe.

Anthony glanced at him from the teacup, and Fudge said immediately: But of course I didn't say Albus's club was unsafe! Well, I mean, Albus can be a little thoughtless sometimes... He's too Busy, don’t you think, Mr. Anthony?”

Anthony sipped his tea and said, Probably so. He felt that this question was more suitable for Professor McGonagall to answer.

Albus is very busy. Fudge nodded and said, So it is understandable that he has neglected in some places. You know, the headmaster of Hogwarts has to deal with a lot of things every day.

He spoke as if he had been the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Fudge looked at Anthony, as if waiting for his confirmation. But Anthony just took another sip of tea - the Minister's tea tasted much better than Scrimgeour's, but that might have been because there was no veritaserum in it - and Fudge continued: The school year isn't over yet. Students suddenly lost their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and many parents were dissatisfied.

Really? Anthony asked in surprise.

As far as he knew, although some people had complained about Snape's teaching, the opposition was not loud, and even the Daily Prophet did not bother to devote any space to describing this matter. And that little objection disappeared after hearing that Dumbledore had written the test paper.

Of course, that's what I mean. You see, people sometimes can't tell who is responsible for things. Sometimes, I don't even know what happened, and letters of complaint asking me to step down have been sent to me. Office...but if anyone is willing to help us and report the true situation at Hogwarts to the Ministry of Magic...

Anthony was somewhat amused and surprised: Are you inviting me to be a traitor, Minister?

Fudge seemed offended: What, Mr. Anthony! Traitor! What an ugly word! Albus and I have never been enemies! It's just that he is too busy and sometimes forgets to inform me... If the Ministry of Magic and If Hogwarts can't communicate smoothly, how can I know Albus's true intentions and how can I help him? I just need someone to help us!

With all due respect, Minister, Anthony said, unless this person never wants to drink herbal tea or eat butter cookies again, that's totally impossible.

Fudge looked very annoyed for a moment, but then he said tolerantly: Of course, you have your own ideas, Mr. Anthony.

The clock on the wall chimed several times, and Fudge seemed to suddenly realize that it was late enough. Anthony asked him to borrow a broom and a length of twine, but he wanted to let Anthony stay one more night at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley - Fudge would pay the rent. In the end, Anthony insisted that he had some papers that he had not finished correcting, so Fudge was not very happy and asked someone to send him back.

It was a pleasure chatting with you, Mr. Anthony, Fudge said. I hope you will consider my words carefully and carefully.

So when Anthony was tied to the broomstick again, he thought about Fudge's words seriously and carefully - he felt that the minister was somewhat crazy, otherwise why would he think that he might be inclined to the Ministry of Magic - No No matter how reluctantly the clerk connected his broom to his own.

When Fudge led Anthony to search for offices that were still lit, the unlucky wizard was leaning on his chair and using his wand to draw colorful geometric patterns in the air. When he saw the minister, he quickly put down his wand, frowning and flipping through a stack of parchment, as if he was dealing with something urgent. Because he didn't have time to hold the quill, he stared at the signature position for a while, then calmly put it aside.

But Fudge had begun assigning him something more urgent: returning Anthony to Hogwarts was like returning a letter whose recipient had moved away. Fudge obviously didn't remember his name either, but that didn't stop him from naturally asking him to work in the middle of the night.

…

Sit tight, Mr. Anthony. The wizard whose name the minister couldn't remember said in a bad tone, kicked off his feet, and flew up unsteadily. Anthony and his broom fell below, flying towards Hogwarts under the cover of night. He looked up and saw that the employee was wearing a very large hat with a pointed brim, which looked like a bird's beak in the dim light.

Is this the only way a person who can't ride a broom can fly? Anthony asked. Perhaps because the civilian official was not familiar with brooms, their return was obviously much slower than when they came.

Yes. The other party replied impatiently, and then his tone became slightly gentler, Flying lessons are a compulsory course for the first year of Hogwarts.

Well, I'm sorry, Anthony said.

They were silent for a while. Because he was flying relatively low, Anthony could see the dark shadows of trees passing under him. They passed by streets illuminated by car lights and street lamps, and passed by a small town with only a few windows still lit with dim lights. There was a river that backed away from them in the direction away from Hogwarts, and there was a river in the water. The broken moon. Frogs, toads and songbugs chirped.

Why are you going to Hogwarts? the official asked.

Anthony said, Well...because I live there?

Do you live there? the other person said in surprise, looking down at Anthony, Are you a student or a professor?

Professor, Anthony said, I teach Muggle Studies.

Oh, no wonder, the man said, Muggles don't use brooms, do they?

Not like wizards. Usually used for sweeping floors.

We sweep with brooms, too. Just not broomsticks... I hate broomsticks.

Why?

I can't afford it. The other party said dullly. He sighed so long that Anthony sighed in sympathy.

Anthony said sympathetically: I guess the clerical job in the Ministry of Magic is not easy, is it? What do you call it?

William Kuby. The other person said, No, my job is not onerous...it just doesn't give much. His tone was as heavy as announcing that they were about to fall.

In fact, they were literally falling. Perhaps it was because of Mr. William Cubby's heavy heart, or perhaps because the brooms under them were too old. In short, when they didn't notice, they flew lower and lower, flying lower and lower, and almost hit a house. Lace round table and lounge chairs on the balcony.

Mr. Cubby swore a very nasty word - Anthony sincerely hoped he hadn't learned it while studying at Hogwarts, because people usually study more after working - picked up the broom and wiped it from the balcony with great danger. He walked over and just let Anthony rub it in the flowerpot beside the railing, making a noise.

Are you okay, Professor Anthony? Mr. Cubby asked.

It's okay, I think it's a pansy, Anthony said.

Then they heard the latch shaking. The window leading to the balcony was pushed open, the lights were turned on, and a woman stuck her head out, looked around, and said, It's probably a wild cat.

No, Mom, a child's voice said, I saw it.

Oh, no. Mr. Cubby murmured, We did remember to use the Disillusionment Charm before we set off, didn't we, Professor Anthony?

Hmm... It seems so. Anthony said, But does the Disembodiment Spell include a broom?

Well... Mr. Cubby said, Well, there are two drunk wizards today - He quickly glanced down, then lowered his broom and passed by the road sign, -Privet Drive. He was riding a broomstick and was seen by a Muggle child. We don't know about this, Professor Anthony, because we didn't drink.

At this time, they heard the child's voice clearly coming from the open window: That's a flying sleigh. Santa Claus is practicing. Can I get more gifts this year, Mom?

Sure, as long as you're a good boy, honey.

Excellent. Mr. Cubby breathed a sigh of relief. I'm glad we weren't seen. Secrecy... ugh... He let out another long sigh. He seemed to have a lot to breathe.

…

He was about to leave after sending Anthony back to Hogwarts - I have to go to work tomorrow morning, alas... - and Anthony still had many test papers that he had not finished correcting. Anthony had no choice but to thank him again and again, and asked the house elf to bring him some food for him to have as a midnight snack or breakfast.

Oh, apple pie. Mr. Cubby looked at the hot snack in the oil paper nostalgically, put his nose to it and took a deep breath, I loved eating it when I was in school... Is there any pumpkin juice? I think I You can drink a glass of pumpkin juice before leaving.

Of course! screamed Coco, the elf who was closest to Anthony, pumpkin juice! You can take a whole jug with you, sir!

He actually brought a large jug of pumpkin juice for Mr. Cubby and tied the jug tightly to the broom.

Do you want some more beef sandwiches, sir? Coco asked. Fried chicken legs? Pork chops? Grilled sausages? Mashed potatoes? Chocolate ice cream?

Mr. Cubby looked almost on the verge of tears.

I really want to... he said, but no, I won't be able to fly. Apple pie and pumpkin juice are fine, ugh...

Keke has a way! Coco said, Keke can help Mr. Apparition!

What? Mr. Cubby said in surprise.

What? Anthony also said.

Keke can apparate Mr. Cubby! Coco proudly puffed out his thin chest, Keke can apparate as far as Wellington!

But I can't, Coco. Mr. Kubi said, squatting down. Wizards are prone to disintegration or other not-so-good things happen during long-distance apparation - even when a follower appears.

But thank you, Coco. Anthony said, patting the somewhat disappointed Coco comfortingly. His big ears were drooping listlessly.

Coco wants to help Mr. Kubi and Professor Anthony. Coco said, Mr. Kubi was very good to Coco when he was in school. Professor Anthony was also very good to Coco.

Mr. Cubby asked in surprise: You know me, Coco? He looked at Coco, as if recalling whether he had seen such a creature during his school days. Aside from those troublemakers who discover the kitchen, students are generally unaware of the existence of house elves.

Of course I know you! Coco said, Mr. Cubby lives in the third boys' dormitory on the left side of the Ravenclaw Tower. It is the messiest one in the room! We all like to tidy up your room! Mr. Cubby will also put the sour smell in the room. The popping candy was hidden under the bed and made the floor sticky!”

Thank you, Coco, Mr. Cubby said. He started sighing again.

In the end they chose to go to the Owlery. Mr Cubby looked very happy as he tied the food to the owl. I feel like I'm having Christmas early, even though I'm giving myself gifts, he said.

No, this is a gift from Kubby from Hogwarts to Kubby from the Ministry of Magic. Anthony said. Mr. Cubby climbed on his broom and flew with the owl to London.

…

Presumably due to the lack of many owls, the owl tide came later than usual the next morning. The owls that had delivered late-night deliveries of baked potatoes and fried steaks returned with disheveled feathers, letters and newspapers tied to their feet, and each one looked as if it would fall straight into the bowl of polenta.

What? Professor Sprout opened the Daily Prophet and exclaimed.

What's wrong? Anthony asked. He is cutting broccoli into strips.

Professor Sprout didn't answer him. He pressed his lips tightly together and scanned the newspaper line by line. Anthony glanced over and saw that Fudge was saying something seriously in the photo. The title above is: Education Issues for Young Wizards: Where should the next generation of the wizarding world go? 》

Sources reveal that an undercover survey among parents and concerned citizens revealed a surprising level of dissatisfaction with the current state of magic education. There are rumors that the wizarding community is growing tired of the so-called autonomy enjoyed by Hogwarts, and they are now looking to the Ministry of Magic for help.

The most common complaints center on the lack of oversight and accountability at Hogwarts. Worried parents believe schools' outdated practices and closed curricula may be teaching students wrong ideas without them knowing. They believe that the Ministry of Education, with its vast resources and expertise, can bring about much-needed reforms and ensure that everyone has the education they deserve.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy, the director of Hogwarts who is concerned about the education of the next generation of the wizarding world, claimed that he had heard that the Parkinson's daughter had been treated cruelly at school, but was asked by the school not to admit it. In addition, his son also experienced unfair treatment from school professors. I and many other friends are very worried about the education of their next generation, he lamented. It's time for the Ministry of Magic to step in and take Hogwarts in the right direction.

Special correspondent Rita Skeeter reports.