The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Norbert, Henry, I- Hagrid opened the door with a red face, What is that, Henry?

He was referring to the strange, moving mass on the dining table that had the texture of fabric. The little dragon was burying himself inside, scratching and biting, and whining as he burrowed deeper, revealing only a black tail, which was almost integrated with the black cloth.

That was my robe, said Anthony. At least, it was half an hour ago.

Norbert, Norbert. Hagrid closed the door and called softly, Come out and give Henry his robe back, you little tyrant.

Noble's response was a loud snort.

A small puff of smoke suddenly emitted from the riddled wizard robe. When the smoke dissipated, the young dragon's thin, slender nose poked out from the newly burned irregular hole. It bared a row of tiny white fangs at Hagrid and Anthony menacingly.

No, Norbert, Hagrid said, That's Henry's robe. Do you like clothes? I have— His eyes scanned the hut, trying to find a suitable replacement. But there isn't much soft, lightweight black fabric in Hagrid's day-to-day wear.

Anthony said: Forget it, Hagrid. I have several more similar ones.

That's not okay, Henry. Hagrid said stubbornly, You have helped us a lot. Oh, how many boxes of rats have you eaten?

Anthony looked at the crate: A little more than one box, I fed it twice.

Let it drink some brandy, Hagrid said, walking to the cupboard, taking out a large bottle of wine, and unscrewing it.

With a popping sound, the young dragon took off his robe and burned a hole in front of himself.

It stretched out its big nose, its white nostrils flared, raised its head and carefully distinguished the fruity smell of wine in the air, and then waddled out. But its wings and bulging belly were stuck at the entrance of the hole, so it struggled impatiently, and with an unpleasant tearing sound, the black cloth slipped from its body. The young dragon spread its wings and shook in victory.

Oh! said Hagrid. You really are the worst dragon in the world, Norbert! What a mess you've made of Henry's robe!

He poured the brandy into a small teapot and fed it to the dragon from the spout. Long held the spout of the teapot and almost wanted to bury his entire nose in it.

Hagrid signaled Anthony to take the robe away quickly, but as soon as Anthony got close to the black cloth, the little dragon angrily held the spout of the pot in its mouth, flapped its wings, and wanted to come back to defend its territory.

Hagrid held it firmly in his arms and let it chew the spout of the iron teapot, biting the pitted spout flat.

Really, Hagrid, forget it. Anthony said, Tooth also has a patchwork bed, and Norbert might also want to decorate the teapot he sleeps on.

That's very kind of you, Henry, Hagrid said movedly, Would you like some brandy too?

…

After the students all left, the professors began to prepare for their holidays.

Professor Bubaji left with his suitcase on the same day as the students. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Anthony about the summer meeting schedule of the Muggle Studies Society. She told him to listen if he was interested, and if not, at least let her see him on the day she was the keynote speaker.

In addition to Professor McGonagall, who has always stayed in the school, Professor Flitwick will also stay and continue to pay attention to Roger's injury.

The dead skin on Roger's neck had begun to fall off. He complained that his new skin was always itchy and he couldn't help but want to scratch it, so Madam Pomfrey required him to wear mittens every day, even in the summer.

However, since he was the only student in school, the house elf simply used all his energy and enthusiasm to fulfill his request. Madam Pomfrey allowed him to eat three ice cream balls in one meal, and now he wakes up every day thinking about how to choose among the more than one hundred and fifty flavors.

Professor Sprout spent some time transplanting the devil's net that occupied the entire room into a special greenhouse.

It's growing very well! she said happily, We might be able to eat the fruits of the devil's net next year.

Will it bloom too? Anthony asked in surprise.

Snape snorted: No, Anthony, it will lay eggs.

Professor Sprout ignored Snape and continued to talk to Anthony: Of course, when I was still in school, there was a Devil's Net Flower Cultivation Competition every five years! This competition has been discontinued for many years... Someone We developed a variety that is not afraid of fire and almost hanged one of the judges. But the red flowers of that variety are really beautiful.

What color flowers do devil's nets usually bloom? Anthony asked.

White, probably. Some people think that it faded after death. Professor Sprout said, Conventional varieties of flowers also prefer a dark and humid environment and will close when exposed to light, so no one recorded it. What color is it exactly...but it smells great.”

…

Anthony didn't have much to take home. With the exception of his two pets, almost everything he owns can be kept in the school. He had enough Muggle clothes in the Muggle house and he didn't feel the need to put any wizarding robes in the trunk.

Just as he was thinking this, the watery dark blue wizard robe slipped out from under the wardrobe.

Although this Christmas gift was signed by Neville Longbottom, he seemed to have no idea that his grandmother had given Anthony such an expensive gift. Before he left school, he secretly placed a gift box at the door of Anthony's office, which contained a small potted plant. Professor Sprout told him that these were white berries, which Neville grew himself in the greenhouse.

Remind me to give you a copy of Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms for Christmas next year, she said at the time. I asked you about white fresh herbs at the end of the first grade.

Anthony asked curiously: How was Longbottom's final grade in Herbology?

Very good, said Professor Sprout. Although Minerva sometimes said that Longbottom was not as gifted as his parents, he got an O in Herbology. I remember when Alice was in first grade, Herbalism is just an E.”

That's great, Anthony said.

…

Just when Anthony was about to leave, something happened. Hagrid's cabin almost burned down.

As the dragon grew bigger and bigger, Anthony kept telling Hagrid that he couldn't keep the dragon in his teapot forever - no matter how big he made the teapot - and now that the dragon was getting bigger, he needed to give it away as soon as possible.

Hagrid stubbornly believed that Norbert was still a furry, so Anthony told him that furries also need to communicate with furries, and that a dragon without its own kind around him might feel melancholy and irritable.

Maybe dragons don't like creatures with too much hair, including humans. Maybe that's why Norbert gritted his teeth.

Anthony didn't expect that these remarks inspired Hagrid to come up with a genius idea: pretending that the salamander was a dragon without wings.

Norbert hated this specious companion. After burning three chairs, it finally let out a long, long breath, covering the Salamander lying stunned in the firelight.

Salamanders danced wildly in the flames of the Norwegian Ridgeback. From one to two, to dozens or hundreds, they soon filled the cabin.

At the same time, Anthony was breaking the dry bread into small pieces and throwing them to the lazy giant squid, and looked up when he heard the scream of the teeth.

Firelight shone through the windows of Hagrid's cabin. Hagrid was shouting inside, trying to comfort Norbert, while Fang was barking loudly outside the house, rattling the dog's leash.

Oh my God! Hagrid! Anthony ran to the cabin, Can you hear me? He knocked on the door and could feel the unusual heat in the cabin.

The giant squid stretched out its tentacles and swept away the large piece of bread he dropped, and sank with satisfaction.

I'm fine, Henry! Hagrid said, Ahem, cough, I'm playing with Norbert!

Stream after stream of black smoke came out from the crack in the door. Anthony shouted: Hagrid, you come out first!

Noble, no! Hagrid shouted.

Judging from the firelight, Xiaolong didn't listen to him. The window of the hut rattled and then shattered. Several salamanders crawled out and stared blankly at the pumpkin leaves in front of them being roasted until they curled.

Anthony stepped aside and stood on tiptoe to look in the window. Everything in Hagrid's hut had changed except that the stone table was still standing in its original place.

The cupboards were scorched black and the bed was engulfed in firelight. The carpet was crawling with salamanders, each healthy, strong, and full of fire, using Hagrid's carpet as fuel. And Hagrid was standing in a sea of ​​fire, trying to throw three salamanders off his legs.

The little black dragon flapped its wings, curled its tail, and flew swinging in the air, spitting fire downwards. Hagrid waved his big hands in the air, trying hard to catch it with the whistling wind.

Clear water like a spring! Anthony shouted.

With a soft chirping sound, the water column pouring out of the wand evaporated into steam, and the skins of several salamanders instantly turned gray, lying on the carpet and turned into a handful of ashes stained with water. But there are still a steady stream of salamanders emerging from the sea of ​​fire.

Hagrid, use your wand! said Anthony. You're a wizard, remember?

At the same time, he couldn't help but miss the fire trucks.

My wand, my wand... Hagrid said, My wand is burned! Oh, Norbert! He picked up a small umbrella from the fire. It was now burned down to the skeleton of an umbrella. Hagrid held it up, shook it, and said, The clear water is like a circle!

It's 'like a spring' not 'like a circle'! Anthony said, brushing away the salamander on the window sill, and jumped over into Hagrid's house.

I'm sorry, Hagrid said angrily, I've never been very good at Charms.

He raised the frame of the umbrella and wanted to try again, but then his bed was burned down. The second half of the spell turned into an exclamation, and the wand - the umbrella - also drew a strange arc in the air.

Following the explosion, a strange rhino stood in the middle of the hut. Hagrid's stone table was propped up against his back.

The water is as clear as a spring! said Anthony. He was standing on the stone table and now had to lower his head to ensure that he would not hit the ceiling.

Norbert flew over unsteadily and hit the chandelier with a clang.

After three days of clear water, Anthony remembered to use housework magic to make the faucet turn on by itself. The faucet sprayed out like an explosion, and the salamanders that climbed into the pool were all turned into handfuls of plaster and washed down the sewer. Anthony hopes that there will be a magic spell in the wizarding world that will take care of the water pipes.

Noble hung himself from the chandelier, swinging to create the next flame.

You've caused enough trouble, said Anthony, plucking it from its brass socket. The dragon angrily tried to give him a bite, but Anthony took off his own hat, grew slightly larger, and threw Norbert into it.

Norbert! Hagrid shouted.

Norbert's okay, Anthony said, holding his hat in his hand. The dragon was purring in his hat.

With the help of faucets and dozens of clear water springs, the salamanders finally stopped their frenzied reproduction. Hagrid also put in some effort and broke open the water pipe channel. His cabin was filled with white steam, like a sauna.

…

Everything gradually died down, except for the water pipes that continued to spray water tirelessly and make a hissing sound. The water covered the burned carpet, flooded the threshold, and flowed out from under the door.

“Repaired as good as new.”

The water stopped. Hagrid stood in the middle of the house with bare feet, looking at Anthony on the top of the stone table on the back of the rhinoceros, looking a little uneasy: Oh, Henry...

Anthony jumped off the table, slid along the back of the rhinoceros to the ground, and made a splash: Very good, fire and brimstone fell from the sky, and floods spread on the ground. Hagrid, I declare your wooden house to be a place of sin.

Hagrid said confused: What?

Anthony shook the heavy hat in his hand: And this is the source of evil. Hagrid, you really need to give it away. The second son of the Weasley family seems to be studying fire dragons. I can help you ask him .”

No! Hagrid said, tears rolling down from his eyes, It's all my fault. It's all because I let the salamander out that made Norbert unhappy! It's just a little baby, it do not understand anything.

Oh, Hagrid. Anthony looked at the big man in front of him in shock, Stop crying. Didn't you say you knew this day would come?

But not - not so fast! Hagrid sobbed. It hasn't grown up yet! It could have grown bigger than my house!

You see, it is a dragon. It was not meant to be kept in a wooden house by humans. If it can grow bigger than your house, you should send it away sooner. Anthony said, It's still the holidays, so you can even drop by in person to where Charlie works, okay? I forgot where exactly though... I need to write and ask.

It's so young. If it leaves me, it really has no mother! Hagrid sobbed. Without the mother dragon and without mother Rubeus, what will it do? At least I still have a father - —”

Rhino lowered his head and took a sip of water. The stone table fell from it and shattered into pieces.