The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Anthony didn't sleep well all night.

Rain pattered against the windows, and lightning flashed across the sky from time to time. In the middle of the night, an explosion of thunder frightened the resentful mouse. The mouse scurried straight into the patchwork cat's nest where five apples were stored, and woke up the cat lying on the top of the cat's nest. Then the cat and the mouse fought, knocking over the storage box with Anthony's coat rack. The locker hit the head of his bed, and the suitcase on top of the locker slid directly onto his bed, knocking Anthony up.

Okay, okay. Anthony sat up and touched the wand under the pillow, Repaired as before.

For the rest of the night, the mouse insisted on hiding in his cold bed, while the cat wanted to drink. Anthony had to pour some wine into the food bowl for the howling undead creature, and got an apple for the mouse.

The wind whistled outside his window, making the glass tremble. Anthony held up the fluorescent wand and lit the lamp, once again preparing for the upcoming phone interview.

Fortunately, when the outside window gradually became brighter, the rain finally subsided. The sun emerged from the clouds, and the unique smell of a thunderstorm floated in the air.

Roberts arrived at Anthony's office door on time, looking like he hadn't slept all night.

He was so nervous that he almost slipped and fell on the muddy path while checking with Anthony to see if the answers he had prepared in advance were correct.

Anthony assured him that he was well prepared, but Roberts asked anxiously: Would Muggles feed rat jerky to cats?

Uh... I don't know, Anthony said. I think you can just say 'cat food,' and if they ask - which I don't think - you can say, 'I'll consult with the vet and find out what's best.' Cat food for my pet’s physical condition’ and so on. In short, just ask the veterinarian about everything.”

Ask the vet everything, Roberts repeated earnestly.

I assume you still remember what a veterinarian is? I remember you wrote down the definition of a veterinarian during the exam.

Muggles run hospitals for their pets, Roberts said. Veterinarians are humans who work in pet hospitals and are pet therapists.

Yes, I think it might be similar to a magical animal expert in the wizarding world or a pet shop clerk.

Roberts laughed: I don't think Professor Kettleburn would want to climb those stairs if the shed owl was sick.

…

After getting the Apparition License, this was the first time Anthony took someone to Apparate. He told Roberts to hold on to his arm, and Roberts looked like he was wondering whether they should walk through the wet moors for forty minutes.

Anthony held Roberts' arm with his backhand: Get ready, three-two-one-

They spin. Anthony felt the familiar squeezing feeling again, and Roberts grabbed his arm with such strength that it almost seemed like he was trying to claw a hole out of his robe. As soon as the surrounding scenery stopped rotating, Roberts apologized with a white face and lay down uncomfortably on the shabby little bed in the hotel.

Anthony looked at the room he had settled on. There is a musty smell unique to old houses.

There was only one window in the room, and the curtains were shabby, only letting in a weak light, casting a little light on the cracked wooden floor. The edges of the faded floral wallpaper peeled off, leaving traces of a mixture of brown and green water soaking from the corners. The carpet, which had almost lost all its fur, was dull, and the springs on the bed squeaked as Roberts struggled to suppress the nausea caused by the Apparition.

The phone sat on the wooden bedside table, its plastic cords tangled together, its keys yellow, and the numbers 3 and 6 almost completely worn away.

Roberts turned over and saw the phone: Oh, a touch-tone phone. Do Muggles really no longer use dials, Professor? I like the squeaky sound of it.

Maybe they are still used in some places, but most of them are buttons. Anthony said, It is much more convenient than the dial.

But dials are really interesting, Roberts insists. I hope they keep using dial phones.

Okay, Mr. Roberts. Anthony said, There are two ways of apparation now. One is what we just experienced, and the other is... let's put it this way, it was improved by a genius wizard twenty years later. Invented, it can omit all those processes of concentration, rotation, squeezing, and twisting. You only need to close your eyes during the whole process, and after a while, you will open your eyes and you will reach your destination. If the two phantoms Almost as easy to get up, which one would you choose?”

The second one, Roberts said, twirling his fingers around the phone cord. Okay, I get it.

You can still see dial phones in some places, and I'm sure at least museums will keep them, says Anthony. And, if you really like dials, go to the Guest Lane at the Ministry of Magic. Just be careful to pretend you forgot. What’s the magic number to go to the Ministry of Magic, I think you could wander around there for a few hours.”

…

Anthony tried calling his home to make sure there was no problem with the line. Roberts tried to say a few words into the microphone, and Anthony was responsible for telling him not to shout.

They sat in the hotel, staring at the wall clock that they didn't know was accurate, until the agreed time came. Roberts immediately jumped up, hurriedly holding the phone and a string of numbers Anthony had written down, and carefully pressed the buttons one by one. Anthony saw his hand trembling slightly, as if if he pressed the wrong button, the old phone would turn into a Norwegian Ridgeback egg.

The employee at the pet rescue center sounded like a gentleman in his thirties. He asked Roberts a few questions and then laughed: Don't be so nervous, Mr. Roberts. Please treat it as if we are chatting casually.

Roberts said, O-okay.

He must have been too nervous, so when the other person asked, I noticed you were doing the phone interview on behalf of your mother, Ms. Roberts is in...London, but you are in school in Scotland, right? If you adopt a cat, what will it be? Who takes care of it? Roberts stammered. I don't know. I'll ask the vet... uh, who he recommends taking care of the cat.

Veterinarian? The gentleman at the rescue station sounded a little surprised, Okay.

…

After putting down the phone, Roberts turned to Anthony with a frustrated face: I messed up, didn't I, Professor Anthony?

No, you answered very well. Anthony said with admiration, There is nothing I need to remind you, you coped very well. I think I can congratulate you in advance.

No, I said 'vet,' said Roberts anxiously. How did I come up with that word? I should have just told him we were going to let mom take care of the cat, or dad. I should have said someone in London, Right? But I said vet!

Relax, Roberts, relax, Anthony said. Take a deep breath. It's okay. You didn't mess up. I think he said 'see you next time' before hanging up, which was a good sign. He meant you The answer was very impressive.”

Roberts said: But I said 'vet'! I was like a fool!

You sound like an anxious owner, Anthony said. You sound like you care about the cat and want this opportunity. That's important.

…

Even though Anthony repeatedly assured him that there was no problem with the interview process, before apparating again, Roberts still asked in a low voice: What if Isabella can't be my cat just because I said the wrong thing? What else? Is anyone going to adopt her? I don't want... I don't want her to die in a rescue shelter. I already feel like she's my cat.

Isabella will be your cat. She will be a happy cat. Anthony joked, And if the rescue center rejects a serious and sincere adopter with excellent conditions like you, I will send them Complaint letter, sneak into the store in the middle of the night and steal your Isabella.

Roberts asked seriously: Is stealing a cat a violation of the Statute of Secrecy?

Well... strictly speaking, it doesn't necessarily violate the Statute of Secrecy, but it may violate the Muggle Protection Act. Anthony said, I'm just joking. Please don't steal the cat, Mr. Roberts.

He counted three and started spinning. Roberts, who was about to say something else, immediately closed his mouth, closed his eyes tightly, and stopped discussing his inappropriate joke with Anthony.

…

Throughout the week, Anthony accompanied students on phone interviews.

Several students' answers confused the aid station, so Anthony went to London to accompany them on home visits. Once, a tea cup almost ran in front of a visiting employee, but the gentleman quickly pushed it to the ground, and the lady stamped on it, turning it into pieces on the ground.

Where were we talking about? the lady said kindly to the employee who was looking for the source of the sound. Oh, yes, the yard. We have a very big yard. Do you want to see it?

After all the interviews were over, Ms. Howard quickly sent the list of approved adopters to Anthony. Except for two students who gave up midway, all the adoption intentions were approved. Anthony entrusted the prefects of each college to tell the students the good news - they could go to London to pick up their pets.

Everyone was very happy. Even though it was also the day they got their final grades, they were still beaming with friends about their upcoming pets.

I only got a P in Herbology, Fred said. But what the heck, we're getting a new Owl! Errol's retiring!

He and George folded their report cards into paper airplanes and hovered over the Gryffindor table. Their grades, which mainly consisted of As, were floating in the air, and Professor McGonagall stared there with her lips pursed, as if she wanted two paper airplanes to fall into their oatmeal.

…

After the Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, Roger Davis's injury finally saw its first significant improvement. The redness and swelling on his body began to fade, and his voice was no longer so hoarse.

Perhaps because Ravenclaw received too much interference during the Quidditch match with Slytherin, they were very cautious during the game. As Gryffindor's Seeker, Harry Potter, plunged straight down, the Ravenclaw hesitated, as if worried whether this was some kind of feint. By the time their Seeker also saw the Snitch, it was already too late.

Harry caught the Snitch and Ravenclaw won the Quidditch Cup. Both academies were happy on the pitch.

Roger Davis was also happy because Madam Pomfrey finally allowed him to eat normal food.

So when Anthony entered the campus hospital, what he saw was a Ravenclaw who was feasting on a large plate of bacon and grilled sausages. There was also a glass of iced pumpkin juice on the bedside table of the hospital bed.

Glad to see you're back in good spirits, Mr. Davis, Anthony said, nodding back to Tracy, who was sitting next to Roger's bed.

Well, Professor Anthony. Roger struggled to swallow the food in his mouth, I'm very happy too.

What are your plans for the holidays? Anthony asked.

As far as he knew, Hogwarts had tried to contact his father when Roger was injured, but they had not received any reply until now. Although Roger's injury improved, the therapists recommended that he continue to stay at Hogwarts.

Roger said: I may become the first student to stay in school during the summer vacation since the establishment of Hogwarts. He glanced at Tracy beside him, You can become the second one.

I can't, Tracy said. I applied, but the school didn't approve it. So I still have to go back to that home.

Roger said: If you want, you can go to the Weasley house. The Weasley brothers invited me before I was injured. They said that there are goblins and ghouls in the Weasley family, and Mrs. Weasley likes them very much. Serving guests and shoving mashed potatoes and peas down their throats. Sounds like heaven, doesn’t it?”

Tracy made a disgusted face: They are all boys.

No, they have a little sister, said Roger. The youngest sister, I forgot her name. She's coming to Hogwarts next year... I hope you make some friends, Therese. Weasley is A group of warm and cheerful people. He looked at his sister with some concern.

Don't call me Tracey, Tracey said. Besides, I have friends. Pansy Parkinson is a very, very good friend of mine.

What are you talking about, Tracy? Roger asked in surprise. The plate in his hand was tilted and the sausage almost rolled down. Who are you talking about?

Pansy, Pansy Parkinson. Tracy glanced at Anthony, and said with a smile and clear enunciation, I even want to invite her to visit our home during the summer vacation.