The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

'Get Hogwarts in the right direction'... Anthony read. Okay. He skewered the grilled mushrooms with a fork and sprinkled them with extra black pepper.

Professor Boubaji glanced at Professor Sprout's newspaper and said, It happens once a year. I guess that means you turned down our dear minister too, Henry?

Did he invite everyone? Anthony asked in surprise.

Probably so, said Professor Sprout, but he probably only lost his temper with Caredi.

As if he can really prevent me from joining the Muggle Issues Conciliation Committee. Professor Caredi Bubbaji, an expert in Muggle studies with a long title, spread a large piece of butter on the bread, and it was firm. Really took a bite.

Professor Sprout said with some concern: I think he can really do it, Caredi. He is the minister after all.

Professor Bubaji said easily: Then change the minister. She laughed when she saw Professor Sprout's expression, and then she choked and coughed and took a sip of pumpkin juice, I was joking.

Since most students still had exams, they didn't particularly enjoy the hearty breakfast at Hogwarts.

Students chatted in hushed tones, a buzz echoing through the halls. Many people yawned, stuffed potato chunks into their mouths with their eyes closed, or absentmindedly stirred their oatmeal while reciting the key points of the course in a low voice. Professor Bubbaji's violent coughing startled a student who was watching Parting Through the Fog to See the Future while eating breakfast, and stopped her from putting bacon up her nose.

Who do you want to change to? Anthony asked, Well... is there a red-blue battle in the magic world?

What? No, no, said Professor Bubbaji. I'm really joking. Come to think of it, if it were another person, it would probably be Ms. Umbridge. God, I really can't imagine her not being Senior deputy minister look.”

She can be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Professor Flitwick stood on tiptoes on the chair, trying to scoop up a spoonful of marmalade. He happened to hear their conversation and joked, I mean, There just happens to be a vacancy that would allow the Ministry of Magic to bring about much-needed reform or something like that.”

No, it's impossible. Professor Sprout said, handing the last bit of jam to Professor Flitwick, Minerva said that we have contacted several Defense Against the Dark Arts masters, and they all expressed their opinions on the school's teachings. He showed a certain interest in the position. It is said that Albus even contacted the principal of Ifamoni and wanted to find a professor there.

That sounds very good. Professor Boubaji said, By the way, has the Philosopher's Stone been removed from the school?

Removed, said Professor Flitwick, clinking the glass bottle with his little silver spoon. I think only Albus knows where it went.

If I were Nico Flamel, I would make fifty identical pieces of scrap stone, Professor Bubbaji said, and then lock them all in Gringotts, using the tightest security for each piece. Let thieves and robbers face angry goblins for a useless piece of stone.

Professor Flitwick said thoughtfully: I imagine you would have a hard time forging the Philosopher's Stone. At least, one should easily find out that it cannot be used to make gold, although if one chooses to verify the elixir, it may indeed be necessary It took a lot of time...I mean, a lifetime.

…

Anthony went back to the office after breakfast. He didn't sleep much last night and marked all the test papers, but he left the score statistics until this morning.

Even though he was mentally prepared during the correction, Anthony still carefully reviewed the results to make sure that he did not regard any O as a zero. The pass rate for fourth graders is around 80 percent—pass, not distinction—and the pass rate for third graders is 86 percent, with a slightly less obvious difference in each class.

But when he recorded the results on his lesson plans, Anthony discovered that students who had participated in the practical activities had higher average scores.

Anthony thought about it carefully and made sure that he did not cover any additional knowledge points during the practical activities. As he told the students, his purpose was just to take the students to have fun in the Muggle world. At most, it would allow the students to try how to deal with Muggles without scaring people - in other words, to be normal people.

He turned over all the students' test papers and checked them one by one. Those students who had received three pounds of pocket money from him were generally more familiar with the conversion of pennies and pounds, and the students who were really interested in adopting pets were familiar with some Muggle gadgets.

Muggles can make full use of their own inventions for cooking without the help of magic, Midgan writes. In addition, their stoves usually use gas, and their ovens usually use electricity rather than wood. It is important for a cat to be taught not to try to get into the oven or stand on the stove, and for owners to make sure their pet is not in danger before using such tools. Unattended stoves Or ovens are dangerous to Muggles (and their cats).

She even writes about instant canning: When Muggles need to store food for a long time or are looking for a quick, no-cook meal, they may turn to cans. Depending on the design, Muggle cans may open in different ways , but those that require a can opener are particularly noteworthy. Their can openers are not the automatic ones in the Magic Kitchen, but manual.”

After instant canning, she writes lingeringly: Can lids need to be handled with care as they can cause cuts. Tin-plated tin cans of pet food are also very common, so families with cats often provide them for their own. The cat prepares its own bowl and pours the pet food from the can into it, rather than letting it eat directly from the can. She added a small parenthetical note at the end, (Professor Anthony, Muggle Can cats in the magical world eat magical cat food? Do cats in the magical world also eat canned food? I’ve never heard of a cat with a cut tongue.)”

Other students apparently spent too much time studying Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The Muggle Expelling Curse is a wizard's modification of the shock technique. It is relatively mild and will make the approaching Muggles feel that they have not done anything and leave the scene. There is a large group of ink spots here, proving that this student has hanged I tried my best to write more about Muggle-related things.

Finally, he followed it with a short paragraph of argument: I don't know if Muggles will find this spell really gentle. I wouldn't want someone to put more unfinished business in my head. Even if I really I have something to do, and I don’t want to be suddenly reminded of it when I go somewhere.”

And I don't understand, let's say a Muggle is in crisis. How could he run somewhere and then suddenly remember that he should buy dinner for the day after tomorrow? He couldn't be thinking, 'I'm followed by a wolf, and there's a castle ahead of me. , but what the heck, I gotta go buy some kale first.

Anthony stared at the student's crossed-out and for a moment, barely making out what he had written as and the kale tastes really bad.

He hesitated for a moment and changed the failing answer he originally gave to a passing answer. At least this student showed a strong ability to empathize with Muggles, and the questions he asked were really interesting.

Also, kale really doesn’t taste good. If the question was List things you wouldn't treat a Muggle to eat, Anthony would give this answer full marks...in his mind, not actually writing it down on the lesson plan.

…

After the results were counted, Anthony leaned back in his chair and rested for a while. For him, the first school year of teaching officially ends at this time. He raised the lesson plan and looked at the sunshine outside the window for a while.

At the beginning of the school year, it was a brand new notebook, neat, clean, and empty. Now, it is filled with his lesson preparation records.

At the front is the course schedule. In the lesson preparation records at the back, there are several pages that record questions raised by students, and the pages that have been turned over so that the footers are a little worn are the knowledge points he compiled for the third and fourth years of Muggle Studies. The messy writing is about his discussion with Professor Bubbaji, and the tables are full of registered students’ adoption intentions and various assessment results.

If he picks it up and shakes it, he will find letters sent to him by parents, various application forms and documents he has prepared, book lists given by colleagues, notes left by students, and letters given by Hagrid. Dragon Raising Books Borrowing List - Anthony took out the borrowing list and put it in the bottom of the drawer.

I think my professor did a pretty good job, Anthony said to the cat. Maybe he's not as good as me as a cashier, but at least I tried my best.

The cat looked at him haughtily, jumped onto the highest platform of the cat climbing frame, and looked down at him. It managed to pile a case of white wine in there. Anthony always felt that one day he would be hit on the head by twelve wine bottles.

I miss the Wraith Chicken. Anthony looked up at the cat climbing frame, It will definitely push all your wine down, and then you will know that there is a reason why the cat climbing frame is not called a storage rack.

The cat lay on its white wine land, wagging its tail leisurely, squinting its eyes and meowing softly.

Anthony held out his hand: Come here, good kitty.

But the cat just looked at him for a moment and then turned his head boredly. Anthony called it a few more times, but still no answer, so he let it go.

Okay, you lie down. I'm going to take a walk. He stood up and put on his coat as he spoke. I have a hunch that I will be very busy in the afternoon...and will be very busy in the next few days.

When he put his wand into his robe pocket, he took out the wraith rat. The mouse was napping when he was suddenly woken up by the poke of his wand.

Want to take a walk? Anthony asked the mouse.

The mouse jumped from his hand to the table, found a small corner between the pen holder and the tea cup, and fell asleep again.

…

The surface of the Black Lake sparkles with golden light under the sun, almost dazzling the eyes. A few students who have finished all the exams are lying on the lawn enjoying the breeze, or some are reviewing knowledge points outdoors by asking questions, but most people are still holding their own books in the castle library or lounge. Studying textbooks hard. Various flying insects buzzed around the flowers and plants, but the students waved them away impatiently.

Anthony walked along the shore of the Black Lake, thinking about something not so warm and bright under the sunshine.

He recently found that his necromancy was in a very strange state. Whatever the reason, it suddenly seemed less eager to devour souls.

Anthony speculated that maybe this was because the basilisk was really a very large soul, or because Voldemort's soul was really disgusting. He wasn't sure which guess was closer to the truth, and couldn't even tell which one he hoped to be true more.

Another thing is that he discovered that after the relationship between the wraith rat and himself was strengthened, it could escape from Hogwarts. He discussed the matter with Dumbledore, but even the Headmaster could only speculate on the fog of magic.

Dumbledore believed that Quirrell's unfinished curse had changed something in the wraith rat, but it was also possible that it was just because the wraith rat wanted to protect Anthony at the time.

The determination to protect someone...if you are determined enough, it may create miracles. Love. When Dumbledore said love, he was as serious as if they were not talking about a dead mouse. He sighed softly. I think Voldemort may not have figured this out until now.

Anthony asked in confusion: Love freed the mouse from the restrictions of Hogwarts? But whether it escaped from the restrictions at the time had no impact on the curse. This doesn't make sense.

Dumbledore smiled: Then it is because Quirrell chose his curse so coincidentally. He repeated, 'Expell you from the land of the living,' your rats were expelled, Henry, but It relies on you to exist in this world, and it is your summon...I remember you said that the resentful spirit cannot truly die?

That's right, because ghosts never really survive. Anthony said, My mouse is not the shadow of any mouse, and my chicken is not the reflection of any chicken. They are all - as I said before like that—a collection of wishes.”

I doubt that Quirrell would be able to banish a wish, even if it were just the wish of the castle mice. Wishes are simply the most stubborn things in the world. Dumbledore said. You know, all the headmasters and wardens have spent They all failed miserably in trying to drive Peeves away.

Several portraits of the principals pretending to be asleep on the wall suddenly began to cough loudly, as if Dumbledore had just swept a handful of ashes into their nostrils with a feather duster.

Dumbledore introduced happily: This is Professor Eupracia Moore. She tried to lock Peeves in the bell jar, but the end result was that Peeves gained the right to swim in the boys' bathroom. I I was shocked when I went to take a shower.

——The following are repeated chapters. Please see the author’s statement and the next chapter for the slip-and-kneel statement——

'Get Hogwarts in the right direction'... Anthony read. Okay. He skewered the grilled mushrooms with a fork and sprinkled them with extra black pepper.

Professor Boubaji glanced at Professor Sprout's newspaper and said, It happens once a year. I guess that means you turned down our dear minister too, Henry?

Did he invite everyone? Anthony asked in surprise.

Probably so, said Professor Sprout, but he probably only lost his temper with Caredi.

As if he can really prevent me from joining the Muggle Issues Conciliation Committee. Professor Caredi Bubbaji, an expert in Muggle studies with a long title, spread a large piece of butter on the bread, and it was firm. Really took a bite.

Professor Sprout said with some concern: I think he can really do it, Caredi. He is the minister after all.

Professor Bubaji said easily: Then change the minister. She laughed when she saw Professor Sprout's expression, and then she choked and coughed and took a sip of pumpkin juice, I was joking.

Since most students still had exams, they didn't particularly enjoy the hearty breakfast at Hogwarts.

Students chatted in hushed tones, a buzz echoing through the halls. Many people yawned, stuffed potato chunks into their mouths with their eyes closed, or absentmindedly stirred their oatmeal while reciting the key points of the course in a low voice. Professor Bubbaji's violent coughing startled a student who was watching Parting Through the Fog to See the Future while eating breakfast, and stopped her from putting bacon up her nose.

Who do you want to change to? Anthony asked, Well... is there a red-blue battle in the magic world?

What? No, no, said Professor Bubbaji. I'm really joking. Come to think of it, if it were another person, it would probably be Ms. Umbridge. God, I really can't imagine her not being Senior deputy minister look.”

She can be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Professor Flitwick stood on tiptoes on the chair, trying to scoop up a spoonful of marmalade. He happened to hear their conversation and joked, I mean, There just happens to be a vacancy that would allow the Ministry of Magic to bring about much-needed reform or something like that.”

No, it's impossible. Professor Sprout said, handing the last bit of jam to Professor Flitwick, Minerva said that we have contacted several Defense Against the Dark Arts masters, and they all expressed their opinions on the school's teachings. He showed a certain interest in the position. It is said that Albus even contacted the principal of Ifamoni and wanted to find a professor there.

That sounds very good. Professor Boubaji said, By the way, has the Philosopher's Stone been removed from the school?

Removed, said Professor Flitwick, clinking the glass bottle with his little silver spoon. I think only Albus knows where it went.

If I were Nico Flamel, I would make fifty identical pieces of scrap stone, Professor Bubbaji said, and then lock them all in Gringotts, with each piece secured with the tightest possible security. Let thieves and robbers face angry goblins for a useless piece of stone.

Professor Flitwick said thoughtfully: I imagine you would have a hard time forging the Philosopher's Stone. At least, one should easily find out that it cannot be used to make gold, although if one chooses to verify the elixir, it may indeed be necessary It took a lot of time...I mean, a lifetime.

…

Anthony went back to the office after breakfast. He didn't sleep much last night and marked all the test papers, but he left the score statistics until this morning.

Even though he was mentally prepared during the correction, Anthony still carefully reviewed the results to make sure that he did not regard any O as a zero. The pass rate for fourth graders is around 80 percent—pass, not distinction—and the pass rate for third graders is 86 percent, with a slightly less obvious difference in each class.

But when he recorded the results on his lesson plans, Anthony discovered that students who had participated in the practical activities had higher average scores.

Anthony thought about it carefully and made sure that he did not cover any additional knowledge points during the practical activities. As he told the students, his purpose was just to take the students to have fun in the Muggle world. At most, it would allow the students to try how to deal with Muggles without scaring people - in other words, to be normal people.

He turned over all the students' test papers and checked them one by one. Those students who had received three pounds of pocket money from him were generally more familiar with the conversion of pennies and pounds, and the students who were really interested in adopting pets were familiar with some Muggle gadgets.

Muggles can make full use of their own inventions for cooking without the help of magic, Midgan writes. In addition, their stoves usually use gas, and their ovens usually use electricity rather than wood. It is important for a cat to be taught not to try to get into the oven or stand on the stove, and for owners to make sure their pet is not in danger before using such tools. Unattended stoves Or ovens are dangerous to Muggles (and their cats).

She even writes about instant canning: When Muggles need to store food for a long time or are looking for a quick, no-cook meal, they may turn to cans. Depending on the design, Muggle cans may open in different ways , but those that require a can opener are particularly noteworthy. Their can openers are not the automatic ones in the Magic Kitchen, but manual.”

After instant canning, she writes lingeringly: Can lids need to be handled with care as they can cause cuts. Tin-plated tin cans of pet food are also very common, so families with cats often provide them for their own. The cat prepares its own bowl and pours the pet food from the can into it, rather than letting it eat directly from the can. She added a small parenthetical note at the end, (Professor Anthony, Muggle Can cats in the magical world eat magical cat food? Do cats in the magical world also eat canned food? I’ve never heard of a cat with a cut tongue.)”

Other students apparently spent too much time studying Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The Muggle Expelling Curse is a wizard's modification of the shock technique. It is relatively mild and will make the approaching Muggles feel that they have not done anything and leave the scene. There is a large group of ink spots here, proving that this student has hanged I tried my best to write more about Muggle-related things.

Finally, he followed it with a short paragraph of argument: I don't know if Muggles will find this spell really gentle. I wouldn't want someone to put more unfinished business in my head. Even if I really I have something to do, and I don’t want to be suddenly reminded of it when I go somewhere.”

And I don't understand, let's say a Muggle is in crisis. How could he run somewhere and then suddenly remember that he should buy dinner for the day after tomorrow? He couldn't be thinking, 'I'm followed by a wolf, and there's a castle ahead of me. , but what the heck, I gotta go buy some kale first.

Anthony stared at the student's crossed-out and for a moment, barely making out what he had written as and the kale tastes really bad.

He hesitated for a moment and changed the failing answer he originally gave to a passing answer. At least this student showed a strong ability to empathize with Muggles, and the questions he asked were really interesting.

Also, kale really doesn’t taste good. If the question was List things you wouldn't treat a Muggle to eat, Anthony would give this answer full marks...in his mind, not actually writing it down on the lesson plan.

…

After the results were counted, Anthony leaned back in his chair and rested for a while. For him, the first school year of teaching officially ends at this time. He raised the lesson plan and looked at the sunshine outside the window for a while.

At the beginning of the school year, it was a brand new notebook, neat, clean, and empty. Now, it is filled with his lesson preparation records.

At the front is the course schedule. In the lesson preparation records at the back, there are several pages that record questions raised by students, and the pages that have been turned over so that the footers are a little worn are the knowledge points he compiled for the third and fourth years of Muggle Studies. The messy writing is about his discussion with Professor Bubbaji, and the tables are full of registered students’ adoption intentions and various assessment results.

If he picks it up and shakes it, he will find letters sent to him by parents, various application forms and documents he has prepared, book lists given by colleagues, notes left by students, and letters given by Hagrid. Dragon Raising Books Borrowing List - Anthony took out the borrowing list and put it in the bottom of the drawer.

I think my professor did a pretty good job, Anthony said to the cat. Maybe he's not as good as me as a cashier, but at least I tried my best.

The cat looked at him haughtily, jumped onto the highest platform of the cat climbing frame, and looked down at him. It managed to pile a case of white wine in there. Anthony always felt that one day he would be hit on the head by twelve wine bottles.

I miss the Wraith Chicken. Anthony looked up at the cat climbing frame, It will definitely push all your wine down, and then you will know that there is a reason why the cat climbing frame is not called a storage rack.

The cat lay on its white wine land, wagging its tail leisurely, squinting its eyes and meowing softly.

Anthony held out his hand: Come here, good kitty.

But the cat just looked at him for a moment and then turned his head boredly. Anthony called it a few more times, but still no answer, so he let it go.

Okay, you lie down. I'm going to take a walk. He stood up and put on his coat as he spoke. I have a hunch that I will be very busy in the afternoon...and will be very busy in the next few days.

When he put his wand into his robe pocket, he took out the wraith rat. The mouse was napping when he was suddenly woken up by the poke of his wand.

Want to take a walk? Anthony asked the mouse.

The mouse jumped from his hand to the table, found a small corner between the pen holder and the tea cup, and fell asleep again.

…

The surface of the Black Lake sparkles with golden light under the sun, almost dazzling the eyes. A few students who have finished all the exams are lying on the lawn enjoying the breeze, or some are reviewing knowledge points outdoors by asking questions, but most people are still holding their own books in the castle library or lounge. Studying textbooks hard. Various flying insects buzzed around the flowers and plants, but the students waved them away impatiently.

Anthony walked along the shore of the Black Lake, thinking about something not so warm and bright under the sunshine.

He recently found that his necromancy was in a very strange state. Whatever the reason, it suddenly seemed less eager to devour souls.

Anthony speculated that maybe this was because the basilisk was really a very large soul, or because Voldemort's soul was really disgusting. He wasn't sure which guess was closer to the truth, and couldn't even tell which one he hoped to be true more.

Another thing is that he discovered that after the relationship between the wraith rat and himself was strengthened, it could escape the scope of Hogwarts. He discussed the matter with Dumbledore, but even the Headmaster could only speculate on the fog of magic.

Dumbledore believed that Quirrell's unfinished curse had changed something in the wraith rat, but it was also possible that it was just because the wraith rat wanted to protect Anthony at the time.

The determination to protect someone...if you are determined enough, it may create miracles. Love. When Dumbledore said love, he was as serious as if they were not talking about a dead mouse. He sighed softly. I think Voldemort may not have figured this out until now.

Anthony asked in confusion: Love freed the mouse from the restrictions of Hogwarts? But whether it escaped from the restrictions at the time had no impact on the curse. This doesn't make sense.

Dumbledore smiled: Then it is because Quirrell chose his curse so coincidentally. He repeated, 'Expell you from the land of the living,' your rats were expelled, Henry, but It relies on you to exist in this world, and it is your summon...I remember you said that the resentful spirit cannot truly die?

That's right, because ghosts never really survive. Anthony said, My mouse is not the shadow of any mouse, and my chicken is not the reflection of any chicken. They are all - as I said before like that—a collection of wishes.”

I doubt that Quirrell would be able to banish a wish, even if it were just the wish of the castle mice. Wishes are simply the most stubborn things in the world. Dumbledore said. You know, all the headmasters and wardens have spent They all failed miserably in trying to drive Peeves away.

Several portraits of the principals pretending to be asleep on the wall suddenly began to cough loudly, as if Dumbledore had just swept a handful of ashes into their nostrils with a feather duster.

Dumbledore introduced happily: This is Professor Eupracia Moore. She tried to lock Peeves in the bell jar, but the end result was that Peeves gained the right to swim in the boys' bathroom. I I was shocked when I went to take a shower.

Damn it, it was copied and repeated! Please refresh x tomorrow and I will replenish an additional 4k! ! ! ! I'm not here to cheat money! (kneel)