The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

It took some effort for Anthony to get Hagrid to agree to send an owl to the Weasley house to ask about Charlie's workplace.

What if there won't be any Norwegian Ridgebacks at all? Hagrid sniffed and said, What if there are all adult fire dragons there and they will bully Norbert?

Anthony handed the owl a dead mouse - Hagrid had prepared a lot for Norbert - and said placatingly: If you don't like the reserve where Charlie works, we can try to find another suitable place. . Fire Dragon Kindergarten...I think there should be such a thing in the magic world.

The Weasleys must have been busy because Anthony had not received a reply.

He and Hagrid agreed to contact each other, so they took their suitcases and returned to their home in London.

The cat squatted in his arms, glaring unkindly at every passerby who cast its gaze, while the mouse kept moving in his pocket, trying to poke its head out of his pocket to sniff the cars floating in the air. The smell of exhaust and street food.

Anthony carried his suitcase and finally set foot on the familiar cement road again. The mailbox is stuffed with colorful leaflets and donation sheets, and the weeds beside the doorstep are ankle-deep. During the Christmas holidays, the bare branches were once covered with snow, but now a warm breeze passes through the lush leaves, carrying the scent of curry made by someone in the neighborhood.

Anthony checked the utility bill, took out the key from his bag, and opened the door. As soon as the door opened a crack, the cat slipped in from his feet.

Mr. Anthony, are you back? his neighbor greeted. He opened the door with a garbage bag and bumped into Anthony.

Anthony said, Yeah, it's a day off. Is everything okay?

Everything is fine. The neighbor said with a smile, It's nice to see you again, Mr. Anthony. Do you want to come to our house for dinner tonight? We are all curious about how you suddenly went to Scotland to work as a teacher.

I really want to go, Anthony said, but, you know, I just got back and I need to clean the house and have a lot of clothes and sheets to wash.

The neighbor nodded in understanding and said goodbye to Anthony.

As soon as Anthony entered the house, he found the cat sitting on his favorite sofa, purring contentedly. There was also a coat that he wore when he came back last time draped on the scarred sofa.

He took the mouse out of his pocket and opened the curtains to let the sunlight into the room. There was a bit of spider web outside the window, but it was shattered by the sound of him pushing open the window, leaving a spider hanging in the air hurriedly grabbing the spider silk.

Anthony coughed a few times for the dust he raised, then went around the room calling for the Wraith Chicken. He eventually found it nesting in his closet.

Before the Christmas break was over, Anthony had emptied the refrigerator of all food and made sure the electricity was turned off when he left. But the Wraith Chicken dug out several colorfully painted picnic eggs from somewhere and piled them all in Anthony's closet, squatting on them happily to hatch the eggs.

When the cabinet door was opened, it stared sideways at Anthony for a while, then lowered its head and pecked at the striped shirt underneath him.

I'm back, Anthony said.

A ginger figure jumped past him, and the cat, which had been dozing on the sofa, swung its tail and excitedly pounced on the Wraith Chicken.

Go out and fight. Anthony complained, This is my wardrobe!

But neither the cat nor the chicken listened to him.

The cat leaned over his tie box and stared at the flapping chicken, which squeezed between coats and suits and landed on an empty hanger. The clothes hanger suddenly tilted up and hit the back of the wardrobe. The chicken flapped its wings in an attempt to stabilize its body. As the cat jumped, the hanger groaned under the weight and broke.

Hey! Anthony protested.

The Wraith Chicken squatted on the hanging pole, looking down at Anthony and the cat. The cat fell into a pile of shirts and sweaters, rolled over, and stood up shaking.

Anthony had just rescued his Christmas jumper from the cat's claws when he heard a thumping sound. The chickens fell from the sky and pecked and beat the cat. The cat jumped from one corner of the closet to another, messing up the clothes in the narrow space. A blue picnic egg rolled out, and the cat immediately pounced on it, opening its mouth threateningly to bite it.

Squeak. At this moment, the resentful mouse hooked the round button handle of the drawer and climbed onto the double drawer. It climbed on the edge of the wardrobe, twitching its nose in confusion and looking at the mess inside.

The Wraith Chicken flew down, lowered its body, and looked majestically at the rodent Wraith. The mouse shrank, slid down the drawer, and hid next to Anthony's shoes.

This is a mouse. Anthony held up the mouse, This is a chicken.

The chicken pecked the mouse gently and accepted its new partner. The cat dropped the picnic egg and caught the mouse in his mouth. Then he jumped back into the closet and dropped the mouse on top of a plaid pajamas.

I think I found a way to get you to go to school with us. Anthony simply pushed the clothes on the hanging rod aside, sat in the closet, and said to the chicken, I have been looking for flesh and blood magic, but I never thought about it. Use a curse. Now I just need to know one thing... do you want to go to Hogwarts?

The chicken jumped into his lap and Anthony hugged it.

Then I'll take it as your agreement. He said, thinking, Next, we need to find a living person who is willing to curse a chicken.

The chicken made no sound. The mouse buried himself under the pile of clothes, and the cat was digging happily, trying to find his partner. Anthony reached out and caught a pair of pajama pants that were almost thrown around his neck.

You really can't...hey, that's a button!

The chicken pecked one of his buttons off.

…

After about a week, Anthony finally received an owl from Mr. Weasley. Not Elon from the rescue station, not Percy's owl Hermes, but old Errol.

Old Errol almost ran into the window. Fortunately, Anthony was about to open the window at that time and water the fresh vegetables Neville had sent. After some trouble, he bought a suitable hook and hung the small flowerpot outside the kitchen windowsill, in a place less likely to be affected by his nightmares.

The cat was rolling around on the sofa with the chicken in his arms, and had no time to pay attention to the owl, which was half dead from exhaustion. Anthony got Errol some bacon from the refrigerator, but Errol staggered from exhaustion and almost fell straight into the sink.

In the letter, Mr. Weasley apologized for his late reply and thanked Anthony for the owl he had given the twins.

We went with Fred and George to get the owl. We took the train and the tube, and Fred and George bought the tickets! Mr. Weasley wrote. Muggles are so smart, they have so many cats and dogs. , and even designed their own house for them! Ms. Howard said she didn't expect we were such a big family, but she was very amiable. Fred said Elon turned out to be the messenger owl for the ministry, and Molly was a bit I was worried about what would happen if we adopted it. But George said that since the anklet was lost, it belonged to no one.

They refused to give the owl away, but Elon is a picky eater. The Ministry fed him so well, and so did that Muggle station... He wouldn't eat anything but dead rats. Ron He was not very happy because he happened to have a mouse.

He said that Elon always looked at Scabbers with hungry eyes and would eat him one day. Fred said that was because Scabbers was fed too much fat, and Elon thought it looked like It's normal for it to taste good. (To be honest, I personally thought the mouse ate a little too much.) Percy said that Hermes had never thought of eating Scabbers. There was a big fuss at home.

Anyway, Elon is still locked in a cage. As for the location of the dragon sanctuary you mentioned, Charlie is raising dragons in Romania - enclosed is his work address. We originally wanted to send him a letter directly , but neither Errol nor Jemez may be able to fly such a long distance.

He probably won't come back this summer because he already used up a week of annual leave in March. If you really want to see him, please tell him that Molly and I love him, and Bill wants to give him a copy when he comes back. Fireproof gloves, Percy said hello, Fred and George looked forward to him coming home, Ron thanked him for his Christmas present, and Ginny kissed him.

By the way, Molly would like to invite you to come to the Burrow at the end of the holidays. She usually takes the children to Diagon Alley to buy teaching materials at that time, and then we can go back together from Diagon Alley. Of course, if you have other time Arrangements, be sure to let us know. You are always welcome at the Burrow. Regards, Arthur.

Anthony pushed aside the mouse sleeping on the table and wrote a hasty reply. He told Mr. Weasley that he would be very happy to meet them in Diagon Alley and that he would definitely write to Charlie.

Errol was tremblingly trying to drink some water from the watering can that watered the white fresh food. The cat and the chicken maintained a huddled posture and looked at him quietly. Rarely do they see such a funny owl. Anthony almost felt sorry for having to tie the letter to its leg.

The old owl took a few bites, then fluttered its wings and jumped out of the window. Anthony opened the window and looked at it worriedly for a long time. He didn't pick up the watering can until he saw it dangerously passing through the canopy of the French plane tree and flying into the distance.

…

Hagrid sent a letter to Anthony as promised.

Noble, no matter how big the teapot is, now lives in the same crate as the dead rat, and his teeth and claws have grown stronger. The Monster Book of Monsters had been burned in a small fire. Hagrid was embarrassed to ask Anthony if there was any way to contact the author.

If you can help it, don't reply, Henry. Norbert has been practicing flying lately, and he's fallen in love with hunting flying things.

Anthony put down the letter and looked at the tawny owl that was staring at the wraith mouse with interest. The cat tried to pounce, but Anthony immediately grabbed his tail, turned around and gave him a hard paw. The owl flew deftly and landed on the cupboard on the kitchen wall.

Okay, don't reply, he said to the owl. By the way, how far can you fly? Is Romania too far?

The owl turned its head, hooted softly, and looked reproachfully at the person who doubted his professional abilities.

I guess this means you have this ability. Anthony said thoughtfully, handing it another piece of bacon, Please wait a moment, I have a letter to be sent to Romania... I just hope that the fire dragon there will Not exercising their flying abilities.

…

It took more than a week for Charlie's reply to arrive. The owl was exhausted, its feathers were ruffled, and it was angry.

Professor Anthony, thank you for your letter, this is such a surprise. Is the owl that came to deliver the letter the Hogwarts messenger owl, or is it your personal owl? I'm sorry that my dormitory is in the deepest part of the reserve, and she at least passed It took a dozen Romanian Longhorns to deliver the letter to me. She was a very brave girl, and her pecks were painful.

“We are very happy to take over a baby Norwegian Ridgeback. In fact, there are several Norwegian Ridgebacks living in the reserve even though Romania is not its native place, so you can fully rely on our professionalism.

But it's not easy to transport a dragon from the UK to Romania. Fortunately, Hogwarts is still on holiday. I contacted a few friends who are responsible for combating international fire dragon smuggling - they know several convenient channels. , and is going to England exactly in a week. So if you and Hagrid agree, you can meet my friends in Hogsmeade in a week. You can negotiate the specific location, but I propose the Shrieking Shack. .No one will go there.

If you don't know how to get the baby dragons to Hogsmeade, ask Fred and George. They'll definitely have a way - I caught them in Hogsmeade last year. Please don't tell Mum.

Say hello to Mum and Dad for me, and hello to all the Weasleys, I love them too. Looking forward to hearing from you. Sincerely, Charlie.

…

Since the owl crossing a dozen Romanian Longhorns had fully proved his professionalism, Anthony felt relieved and asked her to bring a reply letter to Hagrid on his behalf, asking him for his opinion on the arrangements in a week's time. The reply arrived that evening—a different owl, the previous one probably on strike—and a short, one-word, Okay.

The edges of the parchment were slightly browned and curled, and the ink was vaguely smeared, as if someone had shed huge tears on it uncontrollably.

Anthony shut the cat in the bedroom and received the guest from Hogwarts in the kitchen. The cat scratched at the door, while the chicken jumped onto the table and cautiously confronted the owl.

I don't think I need a reply, Anthony said to the owl, opening the refrigerator again and looking at it. And I'm out of bacon. Would you like some... broccoli?

The owl spread its wings and flew out of the window, almost knocking off the fresh food Neville had given him. Anthony quickly put Bai Xian into the room and planned to hang out before going to bed at night.