The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After arranging Roberts’ phone interview, Anthony then planned for several students the additional knowledge they needed to master. While talking to the students, he created a table with What I want to say on the left and What I should say on the right. Through this table, the students were able to replace St. Mungo's with London A private hospital, Gringotts became a private bank, and Diagon Alley became near Charing Cross.

Try to imagine that you have lost your magic, said Anthony. Imagine that you have no idea that magic exists.

One student noted: You're asking me to imagine I don't exist, professor.

Anthony thought about it and smiled: Okay, that makes sense. Then imagine that you are a master liar, and by the way, think about the consequences of violating the confidentiality law.

He also obtained a certificate for raising owls for the Weasley twins.

This was actually simpler than he thought, and it didn't even involve much lying. Professor Boubaji told him that the Muggle Mediation Committee had been troubled by the owl issue for many years. There was a very complete process for applying for a qualification certificate, and they encouraged every wizard who might deal with Muggles to apply for one.

“Worried about your visitors calling the police on you for illegally possessing an owl?” their flyer reads. “Tired of hiding your beloved owl? Don’t want to pay another galleon to us or the Memory Cancellation Command? Of course. !Get your owl breeding license now! Only sixteen kats!

I've never heard anyone mention this business, Anthony said in surprise.

The owl on the flyer alights like a seagull on a dock, looking out of place against a backdrop of furled sail masts and a sandwich shop with its gleaming signature. Anthony poked it with his finger, which was met with a back that flew away impatiently. The other owls in the corner of the paper looked at him warily.

Because people usually don't interact with Muggles at all. Professor Boubaji said with surprise, And Muggles usually don't notice what's tied to the owl's leg. They will say, 'Owls always fly here. Fly away' or 'That's probably a mark made by the reserve for owls,' etc. Some people can't even tell whether it's an owl or a pigeon that's flying over.

Anthony couldn't help but think back to his twenty-six years as a Muggle. He really didn't care what kind of bird flew over his head, nor did he care whether the bird chirping at his neighbor's house was a parrot or an owl. Just as wizards don't care much about Muggles, Muggles don't care much about wizards either. Everyone has their own life.

…

After several days of busy work, Anthony finally found some free time, handed the final results to Professor McGonagall, and then walked to the staff lounge while chatting with her.

The lounge was extremely lively. Anthony had never seen so many professors here at the same time. Even Professor Kettleburn came. He took off all his prosthetic limbs, placed them on the table, and discussed wood-related issues with Professor Sprout.

Come here and look at this, Minerva... Ah, Professor Anthony! Professor Flitwick called, Is the application for pets over? He was standing in the middle of a small round table with a goatee hanging on his head. Stools were kicking around the lounge.

No, the phone interview will start tomorrow morning. Anthony said, taking the corner of his wizard robe from the mouth of the goat stool, The first interview is with Mr. Roberts. I booked a hotel room with a phone nearby. We will leave Hogwarts at about 8:40. As soon as we can apparate, we will go there and leave some time to adjust the phone. I really hope the weather won't be like this tomorrow.

Anthony said, looking out the window worriedly.

Dark clouds were squeezing each other in the sky, and the angrily howling wind was throwing huge raindrops into the wilderness. Everything was so dark that it was impossible to tell where the mountains were and where the clouds were. Lightning muffled in the clouds occasionally illuminated a patch of white-purple light in the leaden sky, and thunder echoed over Hogwarts.

All in all, a very bad weather for phone calls.

Sounds good, Professor Sprout said politely.

Anthony and Professor Bubaji looked at each other and smiled, knowing that she didn't understand what the weather had to do with the phone interview. He took the tea box from Professor Sprout and began to pick through it.

Professor McGonagall changed the topic to the goat stool: What is this, Filius?

There was a student who mispronounced the spell at the end of this year, Professor Flitwick said enthusiastically. I think he pronounced the 'k' instead of a 'g', so that's why he changed the furniture like this.

Excellent, said Professor McGonagall, pushing away the stool that was tentatively trying to bite her sleeve, and turning her own chair into a high chair. The goat stool, which could no longer touch any scrap of fabric, could only continue its lonely circle around the lounge.

Have you found some downtime lately, Minerva? Professor Sprout asked concerned. Professor McGonagall had just poured a cup of strong reddish-brown tea into her teacup.

Professor McGonagall said: The students' performance statistics are almost over, and there are only a few subjects left - Sybil, please be sure to tell me their Divination class results before tomorrow afternoon - but I have other things.

What happened? Professor Bubaji asked, Has the principal assigned you the task of finding a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor again?

Oh, no, said Professor McGonagall, Gryffindor is about to have its last Quidditch match.

…

When Snape strode open the door to the common room, Anthony was playing Gobstone with Professor Flitwick. Anthony luckily got a stone from Professor Flitwick, and the smelly and sticky liquid immediately sprayed onto Professor Flitwick's forehead.

Oh! You won't be so lucky next time, Professor Anthony! Professor Flitwick said cheerfully, letting the mucus slowly flow down his cheek.

He is in a very good mood recently and will not get angry no matter what mistakes the students make in the exam. This is all because Roger Davis' treatment is improving.

After Professor Flitwick's visit, the therapists at St. Mungo's took Roger's condition very seriously, and several therapists from the Curse Injury Department came to the school hospital to examine Roger. They discussed it with Madam Pomfrey for a long time and changed several treatment plans. Roger finally told them not long ago that the pain is not so bad anymore.

Snape stood at the door and said coldly: Minerva, I just came to tell you that the scores for Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts have been tallied. But it seems I came at an unlucky time.

Professor McGonagall looked up from the wizard chess: Thank you, Severus. Would you like a piece of cake? She directed her bishop to knock down the knight opposite.

Snape seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just snorted heavily and sat down on a chair in the corner. Immediately the goat-stool came and chewed his robe.

Busy week, Severus? Professor Kettleburn asked.

Oh, it's not bad. Snape said, frowning as he looked at the refreshment box that Anthony flew over, It's just some test paper marking.

I want a piece of cream cake. Ah, thank you, Pomona. Professor Kettleburn took a bite with satisfaction. Just three grades of test papers are enough for me. At the end of the next school year, I said I have to retire with nothing.”

Professor Boubaji asked: Who will replace you?

I don't know, Albus will always find the right person. Professor Kettleburn said nonchalantly, Speaking of which, has he found the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

Professor Sprout said, Severus, would you like a piece of cream cake too?

She placed the cake in front of Snape without any explanation. Snape stared at it for a while, then used his fork to press the cherry into the soft white cream. His greasy hair hung down at his sides, and his sallow face was as gloomy as if he were contemplating how to cast the Cruciatus Curse on a piece of cake.

Albus said that the professor at Ilfamoni rejected him. Professor McGonagall said without looking up. But Gilderoy Lockhart wrote back and said that he was very happy to start a new life at Hogwarts. adventure.

Lockhart? Anthony couldn't help but ask, The best-selling author?

It's him, said Professor McGonagall. He graduated from Ravenclaw and was a popular figure in school. General.

Professor Bubbaji, who was sitting across from her, let out a sigh of relief and grabbed a handful of fudge for himself.

Snape said darkly, Yes, I remember his Valentine's Day present.

Professor Flitwick smiled cheerfully. He said, Yes, you were still in school when he entered school, Severus. I think you're talking about the time when he got tons of Valentine's Day cards?

There were countless owl feathers and dung, Snape said. He generously shared his joy with us all, and we are so grateful to him that we will never forget it.

Professor Flitwick said placatingly: Ravenclaw has been deducted fifty points.

I have read his books, and they are really good. Anthony said, But doesn't he like to travel around the world and experience all kinds of thrilling magical adventures? Will he really come to Hogwarts?

Professor Bubaji joked: We are also very thrilling. If he comes this year, he can also write a book Protecting the Philosopher's Stone with the Trolls.

I also thought he probably wouldn't come, Henry, said Professor McGonagall, so Albus also contacted several other candidates. Unfortunately, four people have already rejected us. One of the reasons was that he felt It’s very strange to be colleagues who were once professors.”

Is it strange? Professor Flitwick asked.

Snape raised his eyebrows and said, I don't know.

…

How are the students doing in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Severus? asked Professor McGonagall. I hope I don't see a long list of P's.

I still stand by my point of view: they haven't learned anything. Snape said, The headmaster seems to agree with me, so his test paper is extremely easy... No, I think you will see a long String A.”

That's not bad. Professor McGonagall said with satisfaction and took a sip of tea. What about Potions? By the way, do you want to play a game of Wizard's Chess, Severus?

No, thank you, said Snape. As usual, Potions is a mess. I must point out that it was purely out of kindness that I allowed Neville Longbottom of your house to get an A. I hope you won't do it again. Complain to me that I fail too many people, Minerva.

It doesn't matter, Longbottom's Transfiguration is also A. Professor McGonagall said, I know, he really has no talent. She sighed and asked Professor Flitwick, Have you seen Frank and Alice?

Professor Flitwick's expression became a little sad: Look, it's still the same.

Frank and Alice? Anthony asked.

Mr. Longbottom's parents, Professor Sprout explained to him, were both Aurors, two very good people. Very kind and optimistic... They were tortured crazy by Death Eaters.

Anthony was shocked and said, What?!

Professor Sprout repeated sadly: Yes, Mr. Neville Longbottom's parents are now in St. Mungo's. They have experienced too many Cruciatus Curses and are slightly insane...

Bellatrix. Professor McGonagall said solemnly, She tortured Alice and Frank into this state. I hope she is tortured in Azkaban.

Professor Boubaji said bitterly: She deserves a dementor's kiss. My aunt was killed by her... She is a true madman who fanatically worships another madman.

Anthony asked with some worry: Will she escape from Azkaban? Since Voldemort was not dead, he could easily imagine that Voldemort's fanatical admirers might want to escape from prison.

No way, Henry, said Professor Bubbaji, you don't understand what Azkaban is. It's full of dementors, and no prisoner can escape sane - but then again, I question Bellatrix's sanity. Something must be wrong with her.

Professor Sprout also said: Azkaban is an impossible prison to escape from, Henry. I haven't heard of them making a single mistake.

Um...Okay. Anthony said, still a little worried, I mean what if.

To be honest, he felt that Azkaban was the easiest prison in the world to escape from. The so-called dementors agreed to his request to leave almost easily.

The thought that he might have been living next door to this cruel murderer made Anthony grateful that he had not left the door open for anything that might follow him.

Professor McGonagall looked at him silently, took a sip of tea and remained silent. Anthony met her eyes and smiled.