The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Anthony didn't even know how he got Hagrid back to his cabin. After saying goodbye, he looked through the window and saw Fang leaning over worriedly, licking Hagrid's nose, ears and eyes.

The sun has set. Except for a hint of purple on the top of a distant mountain, there was only deep blue and deeper blue in the sky. The castle behind him was quiet, with only a few small lights on.

He sat down by the black lake and looked at the lake. It was already dinner time, but he didn't want to bother Coco in the castle, nor did he want to go home.

The tentacles of the giant squid emerged, breaking the calmness of the lake. It picked up a shoe from somewhere and was happily playing with the thing that looked soaked. It rolled it up to scoop up some water and poured it back into the lake.

Anthony watched quietly for a while, and suddenly felt an inexplicable desire to feed the seagulls.

I hope those aren't your shoes, Henry. A voice came from behind him.

Anthony turned around in surprise and saw Dumbledore standing behind him. He tried to stand up, but Dumbledore held up his hand to stop him and sat down next to him.

Anthony said, No, that's not it.

They sat in silence for a while.

Is it yours?

No. Dumbledore smiled and looked at his left foot. Once I lost a green shoe and never found it again. From that time on, I took good care of my own shoes. Shoes. Those cunning things must be worn together, otherwise it will be a bit rude.

Anthony asked: What happened to the green shoe belonging to the right foot?

Dumbledore said briskly: Confiscated, and then I don't know any more.

What, what did you do?

It's no big deal. Dumbledore said, I turned it into the shape of the Sorting Hat and took the real Sorting Hat out of the principal's office. But unfortunately that day, the then principal Dippe Professor Te suddenly decided to put on the Sorting Hat - I still don’t know why he did that.”

Anthony couldn't imagine Dumbledore doing this at all, so he could only squeeze out one sentence: You must be kidding.

Yeah, I sometimes feel like I just put the other shoe in a corner somewhere and never think about it again, and then after a while, it's nowhere to be found again. Oh my gosh, it must have been on it Crawled with spiders and Nogard. Dumbledore said, You can choose to believe the story you want to believe. (Note 1)

What is Nogard? Anthony asked.

Well... a very alert magical animal that breeds in forgotten places and spits when it is happy. It's so big. Dumbledore gestured with his palm. The whole body is covered with black hair. It's very big. Soft and rarely makes a sound.”

Anthony mused: I think you're talking about velvet.

I'm talking about the opposite of dragon, said Dumbledore. Anthony looked at him and he winked slyly at Anthony.

Anthony smiled: Ah, yes, Hagrid named it Norbert. We decided to send it to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary in Romania. He shook his head, A bad-tempered, stumbling flying lizard.

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After they sat by the lake for a while, it was completely dark.

The lights in Hagrid's cabin came on, and there was the sound of clinking porcelain plates. Anthony guessed that it was Hagrid heating his rock cake.

The giant squid has swam away with the shoe. An owl flew from the hut into the night, and the wind swept through the forbidden forest without disturbing anything.

Dumbledore stood up first and invited Anthony to the castle for a sandwich.

You know, your office and bedroom don't suddenly disappear during the holidays, he said, waiting for Anthony to stand up, and neither does the Hogwarts kitchen.

The halls of Hogwarts were less bright than usual. The long tables belonging to the various houses were empty, and the candles floating above them were extinguished. Only the torches on the wall and the candles above the staff bench were still burning, maintaining the warm firelight.

They met Professor Flitwick and Snape in the hall. They seemed to have just finished their discussion with Madam Pomfrey and were walking out of the school hospital.

Professor Flitwick walked briskly and gestured with his wand in the air. Snape frowned and looked down at him with a thoughtful look on his face.

Albus! Professor Anthony! Professor Flitwick raised his eyes to see them and shouted happily, What a surprise!

Good evening, Filius. Dumbledore smiled, Good evening, Severus, if I guess correctly, you are also on your way to the kitchen?

Snape said coldly: No, I'd rather go back to my office.

Professor Flitwick said: Come on, Severus! We still have to discuss it - Professor Anthony, if everything goes well, Mr. Davis can go home next week!

What? Great! said Anthony.

Thanks to Poppy, she's such a genius, Professor Flitwick said. And of course, St. Mungo's for help... and you, Severus, you're unrivaled in potions.

His face was glowing and he was in such a good mood that he almost jumped with every step.

At the entrance of the bifurcated stairs leading to the kitchen and cellar, Snape paused for a moment, then nodded impatiently under Dumbledore's gaze, and followed Professor Flitwick as he strode towards the kitchen.

Let's go, Henry. We might be able to eat more than just sandwiches. Dumbledore gently pushed Anthony on the shoulder, I've heard a saying: Two people eat better than one. , four people are better than two people.”

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The four professors who visited during the night delighted the house elf. They prepared roast chicken, lamb chops, mashed potatoes, roasted mushrooms, tomato and celery soup, and a large basket of bread, along with a pitcher of pumpkin juice.

Anthony tried to get them to make a tuna sandwich just for him, but Coco asked him a little hurt if he didn't like what they cooked, so Anthony had to sit with the others at the cleared table in the middle of the kitchen and listen to Professor Flitwick A jovial account of Roger Davis' recovery from injury.

To Anthony's relief, they didn't have to eat in front of hundreds of elves. Somehow, a compartment appeared in the kitchen that Anthony never knew existed.

The elf enthusiastically decorated a table for them. Dumbledore stopped in time to stop at the white cloth tablecloth embroidered with gold thread, but he could not stop the elf from placing a large vase of flowers.

Halfway through dinner, Anthony and Dumbledore talked about flesh magic. Professor Flitwick seemed to be suddenly enlightened, exclaiming I should have thought of it, dropped his fork, half-eaten bread and Snape, who was discussing the dosage of the potion with him, and hurried away.

Snape put down his knife and said, I think it's time for me to go back. Please excuse me.

No, Severus, Dumbledore declined blithely, More lamb chops please, I noticed you didn't try it at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, a lamb chop appeared on Snape's plate. Snape glared at it, as if trying to scare it away.

Anthony couldn't help but said, That's really delicious. Snape's glare immediately shifted, and Anthony shrugged, I'm sorry.

Dumbledore chuckled softly and asked Anthony: So, what are your plans for the rest of your vacation?

I don't know... Anthony said, Tomorrow I want to go to the owl loft and thank an owl. If time permits, I will probably go to Romania - maybe with Hagrid. I also received a Weasley Mr. and Mrs. Weasley invited me to visit them at the end of the holiday. As for the rest of the time, I plan to lie down on the sofa, read a book or sleep.

Snape commented sarcastically: A substantial and efficient plan.

Anthony ignored him: Oh, by the way, I also want to feed the seagulls.

It sounds like you're enjoying your holiday. Dumbledore nodded approvingly.

What about you, sir? Anthony asked, What are your plans for the holiday?

Dumbledore thought for a while: Well, Cornelius has an appointment with me, and there are several meetings with Ilfamoni... Durmstrang sent an owl, and I haven't replied yet. Of course, I'm still looking for something black. If you happen to know of a suitable person for the position of Professor of Defense Against Magic, you are welcome to suggest it.

Snape cut his lamb chops hard and blew air through his nose: Just curious, Headmaster, what criteria are you going to use for selection? I mean, Quirrell is a perfect choice.

Things are not that bad, Severus. Dumbledore said easily, Yes, we found that there was something wrong with him, and now we even found that Voldemort - Snape's face paled for a moment, - did not It really disappeared eleven years ago, isn’t this consistent with our speculation?”

Snape wanted to say something, but Dumbledore didn't give him a chance to interrupt: The better news is that Henry has confirmed that he is very weak now, and I doubt he will want to go near Hogwarts recently. ...We may be able to look forward to a calm year next school year.”

The Dark Lord will be very angry, Snape said softly.

Yes, he gets angry, and he always exposes his weaknesses in his anger. Dumbledore said, But we are all like that, aren't we? Behind anger is fear... His sharp blue eyes He looked at Anthony and smiled.

Anthony couldn't help but think of the most terrifying moment since his resurrection, and also the most angry moment.

The resentful rat crawled out and caught the curse. For a moment, he suddenly couldn't perceive his rat between life and death... He thought that just like Quirrell said, it was exiled and was no longer here. Not there either.

He thought he had lost the mouse. He thought he could be exiled like this.

Anthony put a mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth and nodded: Yes, sir.

Note 1: Nogard is Dragon (Fire Dragon) upside down.

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I found that the more I wrote, the longer it became and couldn't break it, so I found a similar place to break it. There is another update during the day.