The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After Professor McGonagall sent out the notice that magic was prohibited during the holidays, the students were about to prepare to leave. They packed up the things in their closets, swept everything on the table into the box, then laboriously sat on the box that was about to burst open, and locked the lock tightly.

The castle is filled with students looking for lost items. It wasn't until they started packing that people realized their hair ties, chocolate frog cards or notebooks were missing. Anthony heard that Neville was looking for his toad named Leif again.

Even though the next school year hasn't started yet, the Weasley twins have already received a twenty-point advance from Gryffindor's jeweled hourglass.

Although they somehow failed in Divination, Fred Weasley knocked over a pot of bubble pods during his final exam in Herbology, filling half the greenhouse with its flowers, and thus became one of the few who didn't. One of the passing classmates.

Since they had previously promised Anthony a pass in all subjects (except astronomy and history of magic) over a bag of vixen eggs, they now had to bear the consequences of failing.

If we guarantee to pass next year's Herbology, can this year's results be deducted? Fred asked strugglingly.

He passed by the staff table during lunch, and Professor McGonagall waved him over and calmly informed him of the bad news.

Anthony took the opportunity to take a piece of syrup pie from Professor Flitwick while looking sideways at Professor McGonagall's expression.

The other professors also looked at this side with smiles. There were not as many people in the hall as usual, and they could hear the conversation clearly.

Since the exams are over and the year-end banquet has been held, the students have a lot more free time. Almost all the senior students went on dates in Hogsmeade Village, while the lower students bought the candies and snacks they brought back from the senior students. . The tables in the lounges of each college were almost piled with food and drinks, so much so that people didn't really want to come to the hall to eat.

Professor McGonagall's expression softened a little, but she still said, I'm afraid not, Mr. Weasley.

So, can I use my college points from this semester, Professor McGonagall? George asked immediately.

Gryffindor didn't win the House Cup anyway, Fred said.

Professor Sprout smiled, and Professor McGonagall frowned and said sternly: No.

…

Anthony saw Neville before he left school. He was clutching his toad in his hand - which didn't look too happy - and trying to move a heavy, large box. The boy named Dean was carrying the other end of the box, his face flushed with pain.

Anthony made the box lighter for them and reduced it to the size of a handbag.

Professor Anthony! Neville raised his head in surprise, When will you go home?

At least wait until you leave. Anthony smiled.

Hagrid was going to lead the students across the lake by boat, and at this time, Anthony needed to feed the bad-tempered little dragon some dead mice every once in a while in Hagrid's cabin. It is growing so fast, and getting stronger and stronger, that the old copper kettle lid will soon be unable to close it.

Hagrid made the copper kettle much larger and filled the lid with heavy bacon. According to Anthony, it was better not to put the bacon, because Xiaolong kept blowing smoke, and the bacon became smoky.

Harry, Ron and Hermione paid Hagrid a visit before leaving school. They seemed a little curious about why there was a huge banging and smoking teapot in Hagrid's cupboard, but they were soon occupied by the monster book that crawled out from under Hagrid's bed. Hagrid enthusiastically invited them to browse this interesting and novel book, which ended with Ron leaving with a red and shiny nose.

He's not serious, is he? Ron said, rubbing his nose, He wants that thing as a gift?

Harry said hesitantly, I think Hagrid might actually think so.

On the bright side, I know what to get Hagrid next Christmas. Hermione said. I know a whole series of magical zoology books. I originally wanted to give it to you this Christmas, but I think you might be more interested in it. If you like me to give you candies... I can buy a set for Hagrid! That’s a book suitable as a gift!”

Ron said: Hermione, Hagrid knows what a Magical Zoology book should look like, he just doesn't want to - ah, Professor Anthony!

Good evening, Mr. Weasley. Good evening, Potter, Granger. Anthony lowered his head and smiled at them, Ready to go home? Please say hello to Arthur and Molly for me. I haven't heard from you for a while. News about them.”

Ron's expression suddenly became a little strange.

He reluctantly said: Professor, I... Mom asked us to ask you if you want to visit my house during the holidays. He looked at Anthony who was in a daze, and immediately added, She refused to write a letter specifically for this, saying All you need to do is ask casually in person for this kind of thing. I told her that it was not good, and she also knew that professors are very busy, and I don’t have anything at home—

Okay. Anthony said.

Ron looked at him with wide eyes, so Anthony repeated, Yeah, I'm looking forward to it. I haven't been to other wizards' homes yet. Is there anything I should bring with me when I visit?

No, no need, said Ron, Fred and George said they got their owls from you.

That was obtained through their own efforts. Anthony said, You should know, right? Muggle Studies organized practical activities, and they found the owl from a pet rescue center.

Pet rescue? Hermione interjected, looking interested. Which pet rescue?

Anthony reported the name and address of the rescue station and said, I think it is a very suitable place for Muggle Studies practice. Professor Bubbaji said that she would like to organize one next year.

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

What about you, Potter? Anthony asked, Do you have any plans for the holidays?

Harry's smile faded. I'm going back to my aunt and uncle's house, he said.

Hey, listen, you can come over to my house too, said Ron. No, you have to. My mum will be delighted. She already likes you. And you, Hermione - you Come too.

Sounds like a good summer vacation arrangement. Anthony said, Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Weasley. I will send an owl to Molly to arrange a time.

He said goodbye to the three of them and continued walking towards Hagrid's hut.

Behind the hut, various plants grow lushly and vigorously. The pumpkin flowers are already blooming. Hagrid had not had time to take care of the yard for a long time because he was so worried about the little dragon, so there were still many hollyhocks and primroses sprouting out of the fertile soil.

Anthony heard Ron say, Seriously, Harry, come to our house. We'll have a lot of fun.

You can't just think about having fun! said Hermione. Don't forget, there's homework too. Don't tell me you're going to ask me for papers at the end of the holidays again, like at Christmas.

Harry laughed and said, Of course, Ron, I will definitely go. The Dursleys want to get rid of me right away. As long as I am mixed in with the kitchen waste, I can be thrown out the door at eight o'clock in the evening.

And Anthony had already knocked on Hagrid's door.

…

Henry, you're finally here! Hagrid said, his tone full of joy, Norbert is almost so hungry that he can't stand it anymore!

The Norwegian Ridgeback, named Norbert by Hagrid, was blowing out a large plume of smoke from its nose. It was wandering around on the ground, very ill-tempered, and burned the legs of Hagrid's chair when he went to open the door.

The three-legged chair stood unsteadily, as if unsure whether it should hit the ground.

Bang, Norbert's tail swept across the chair hard. The chair fell on its back.

Oh, you ignorant little rascal, Hagrid said, reaching out and picking up Norbert. Norbert immediately turned around and bit Hagrid, but Hagrid just smiled, put it back on the table, and handed the dead mouse to Anthony.

Hold the mouse by its tail, Hagrid instructed, and then gently hang it on Norbert's head, shaking it so that it feels like the mouse is still alive...

Norbert stared at the mouse with his orange eyes, looked at the mouse fiercely, flapped his wings, stretched out his neck and caught the mouse by the neck. Anthony immediately let go of his hand and allowed the dragon to tear the dead mouse into pieces.

Oh, Henry, you shouldn't let go. Hagrid said, You can grab the mouse by the tail and fight with Norbert for a few rounds. In the wild, female dragons do this. This can develop the hunting ability of the young dragon. , and it can also exercise its wings.”

The young dragon was raising its neck and swallowing a large piece of rat meat down its throat without chewing it. It pressed the mouse's body with its pointed paws, and a large puff of black smoke came out of its slender nose with satisfaction, and then breathed out a small ball of fire.

Anthony asked: Why do you want to train it to hunt? Who do you want it to hunt, Yaya?

Hagrid looked a little uneasy. He touched his beard and said: But, Henry, you know, Norbert is a dragon. He should be able to hunt.

Dragons even hunt humans in the wild, Anthony reminded him.

Oh, it's not Norbert. Hagrid said, Norbert won't do it. It's still a baby. And I will tell it not to prey on humans.

Anthony was a little worried that Aragog had given Hagrid some wrong impressions.

Hagrid, I must remind you. Anthony said, Although the Acromantula and the dragon are both XXXXX-level creatures, the Acromantula can speak human language, but the dragon cannot. This is a very important difference. You You might be able to convince Aragog, but I highly doubt you could convince a Ridgeback.

Hagrid said: I know, Henry, I know that I can't keep Norbert forever... I know that one day, I will need to say goodbye to him... but not now, he is still very fragile and can't hurt anyone. Human. To prove his point, Hagrid stretched out his hand in front of Norbert, and the fire dragon immediately bit his finger, but not a drop of blood seeped out.

Look, it's just a little baby, Hagrid said. It's still living in the teapot.

Anthony said: A teapot that has been cast a magnification spell. The teapot is already as big as a large-diameter pot.

But it's still a teapot, Hagrid insisted. Anyway, you already know how to feed it! Feed it every hour and I'll be back as soon as possible!

He strode to the door and looked back at Xiaolong with love.

Norbert had eaten the first mouse bone and bone, and was sniffing with his nose against the table, trying to find the second dead mouse. The spikes on its wings reflected sharp light in the light.

…

Anthony sighed and took out another dead rat from the leather box. But he soon realized that he didn't really need to hand-feed Norbert.

As soon as he had a thought, the rat corpse would fly out of the box. But this young dragon must have had some eating habits raised by Hagrid, because once it found a mouse crawling to its mouth, it would simply give up eating and try to find another thing to eat.

With Tooth chained in the yard, Anthony felt that there was a high probability that it would find him.

He maneuvered the dead mouse to crawl to the corner of the table in a weird, stiff posture, as if it was about to run away. As expected, Norbert rushed over with great interest, flapped his wings, and tore the mouse into pieces with his small and sharp teeth.

Soon, Norbert discovered that the rat corpse in front of him could even spin around it even after it had been torn into pieces. And this is an almost endless team of rat zombies. Every time it eats one, there is the next one waiting for it.

Xiaolong was very happy. It coughed and tried to spit out balls of fire, trying to burn the strange things in front of it. When it was really burnt, I took a few bites and then spit it out tastelessly.

And Anthony also found that he really couldn't control the burnt parts. After experiencing the flames, that mass of charcoal is no longer defined by necromancy as something it can control.

After he fed a whole box of rats to Norbert, Xiaolong's temper became much better with his belly slightly bloated. It was lying on the table, its black wings spread flat, like a weird moth.

Anthony laughed: Why did Hagrid call you Norbert?

Norbert turned his head towards him and blew a large puff of smoke from his nose. It purred surprisingly.

You know how to scream? Anthony asked in surprise. He had never heard Hagrid mention this before, so he had always assumed that fire dragons were mute—perhaps damaged by smoke.

Norbert whined, crawling slowly closer to Anthony. It held its head high, its small orange eyes fixed on Anthony's face, as if thinking about something.

Anthony stood up: What, what do you want? Do you want to eat a box of rats?

But Norbert had already decided what he wanted to do. It breathed a stream of fire at Anthony, burning a huge hole in his sleeve. If Anthony hadn't escaped in time, he felt that his arm might have been cremated.