The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Arthur Weasley asked Anthony what his plans were next, and Anthony told him that he was taking the Joneses and his son to visit Diagon Alley. Mr. Weasley seemed to have noticed the two people around them at this time and said hello quickly.

You're a Muggle, aren't you? he said with a glowing face, shaking Mr. Jones's hand vigorously, as if he was his biggest fan. Mr. Jones was a little confused and hummed vaguely, shaking Mr. Weasley's hand back uncertainly.

A vendor selling roasted chestnuts passed by with a cart. He glanced here several times, frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head and walked away.

Arthur Weasley, a clerk in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, is my pen pal. Anthony introduced, Carl Jones, my neighbor. Kevin Jones, this year's freshman, of course, is also my neighbor. .”

What a coincidence! My youngest daughter Ginny is also a freshman this year. Maybe you will become classmates in the same house. Mr. Weasley said, shaking hands with Kevin.

Maybe, Mr. Weasley, Kevin said politely, clutching his dinosaur satchel tightly.

Mr. Weasley rubbed his hands with some excitement, looked at the three people dressed as Muggles in front of him, and said, It's really worth coming out today! We must go have a drink.

Anthony suggested: We were planning to go to Fusco. If you are free, why don't you go have ice cream with us? He glanced at Kevin and said, We have a little wizard here who is about to enter school.

Oh, yes, that's right, said Mr. Weasley, Then let's go to the ice cream shop, I think Florin Fusco will be happy to give me a rum-flavored ice cream ball.

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I heard you've been very busy lately, Anthony said.

They were sitting at a small table in the corner outside Fusco's shop. Several couples nearby were gazing at each other lovingly. Kevin licked a stack of three-flavored cones and looked curiously at the pedestrians passing by on the street.

Yeah, busy. Mr. Weasley said, taking off his hat, revealing his somewhat bald head, Molly probably told you that the Ministry has recently been focusing on dealing with... Good magical artifacts. The warning has been sent out, and we will start the official inspection next week. There is also the Muggle Protection Act, we have spent a lot of effort on it.

Dad, look at that man, he has a chameleon on his hat, Kevin said.

Shh, Kevin, don't stare at people. It's not polite. Mr. Jones said, and couldn't help but turn his head and take a look.

It was a very beautiful chameleon with protruding eyes and a curly tail. When the wizard passed by the potion ingredients shop, he quickly stuck out his tongue and ate something. The shopkeeper hurriedly opened the door and rushed out of the shop, grabbing the wizard to reason, while the wizard held on to the brim of his hat, with a mixture of exhaustion and impatience in his expression.

Mr. Weasley glanced up: Oh, that's Arnold Peacegood. He is a member of the team that reverses accidental magical events. His chameleon will even try to eat the paper airplane we use to deliver the news.

Excuse me, what group? Mr. Jones asked.

The reversal of accidental magical events team means that they are responsible for eliminating the effects of magical events that should not have happened. He is the memory canceller - sometimes magical events will be seen by Muggles, and the memory canceller is responsible for erasing this part of the memory of.

Cool! Kevin commented, licking the strawberry ice cream that was about to drip onto his fingers from bottom to top.

What? This is so offensive! Mr. Jones said dissatisfiedly, Such behavior seriously violates citizens' privacy rights and should never be allowed! What did you just say, Mr. Weasley, they have another The whole group? Who allowed them to do this?

Mr. Weasley seemed not to have expected such a reaction. He glanced at Anthony pleadingly and replied uncertainly: Uh, Ministry of Magic?

The Ministry of Magic, repeated Mr. Jones, Very well, I will complain to them.

Complain! Kevin shouted loudly. A couple next to him gave him a dissatisfied look, took the ice cream and left. Sunlight filtered through the vines, casting flecks of swaying golden light on their white-painted wooden tables.

I'm afraid they're not being very reasonable, Anthony said, slowly stirring his yogurt ice cream and mixing in the various colored sugar granules.

Mr. Weasley said uneasily, Don't be angry, Mr. Jones. You see, that's why we're trying to pass the Muggle Protection Act as quickly as possible. It, um... protects Muggles...

It's not aimed at you, Arthur. I know that you have been suffering from slander and hostility from some people because you are 'pro-Muggle', and I also know that many of them are strongly opposed to this law. Anthony said gently, I I admire your work very much, but if the Ministry of Magic does pass it, it may mean that it is not very protective of Muggles. But anyway, this will be a good start... I hope.

Why? said Mr. Weasley, I guarantee that we drafted it entirely from the perspective of protecting Muggles, and we have already encountered a lot of resistance. There is a colleague-I won't name him- -Pessimistically thinking that she will never see the day when the bill is passed in her lifetime. Dumbledore opened a club, you know this, right?

Got it, Albacore Club. Instructions include screaming, cracking, head-soaking charms, and throat-protecting potions. Dumbledore is truly a jack of all trades.

Yes, Fudge was very upset about this. Mr. Weasley moved closer and looked around carefully.

Under the grapevine trellis, three tables apart, a couple was kissing each other obliviously, not even looking at the four boring people here. On the other side was a middle-aged man with a sad face, sitting alone at the small round table, slowly picking out the biscuit crumbs from the ice cream.

Mr. Fudge is the Minister of Magic. Anthony explained to the Joneses in a low voice.

He thinks this proves that Dumbledore wants to cultivate people who belong to him, people who belong to Dumbledore wholeheartedly. He thinks this is all because Dumbledore wants him to... Mr. Weasley tilted his head and winked. Indicates step down.

Dumbledore is the Headmaster of Hogwarts, right?

Yes, he is a great wizard, the best headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. Mr. Weasley said, shaking his head, It's as if Dumbledore needed any club, if he hadn't refused at that time... …Anyway, people like Lucius Malfoy have been coming to the Ministry much more frequently recently, and my colleagues think this is not a good sign.”

Mr. Weasley, your ice cream has melted. Kevin reminded. He had finished his three balls of ice cream sprinkled with sugar granules and chopped nuts, and was swaying his legs to study the socks of pedestrians.

Oh, shit! - I'm sorry. Mr. Weasley held the rum ice-cream in the air as if it would help, and frantically tried to get his wand out and clean his robes.

Anthony cast a cleaning spell on him. The sad-looking middle-aged man stood up from his seat, picked up an old suitcase, and left.

Can't magic stop the ice cream from melting? Kevin asked sadly, looking at the ice cream dripping on the table.

Okay, this is mine. Anthony shook the paper cup in his hand towards Kevin.

Kevin said unconvinced: What, but mine can melt! I also want ice cream that won't melt!

It's an extra fifteen knuts for the non-melting ones, Mr. Jones told Kevin. The next time you buy it for yourself, buy the non-melting ones. Save some hope for the future, Kevin.

Dad, I think you just don't want to calculate the base of two fifteen knuts. Kevin accused, without much dissatisfaction in his tone.

Mr. Weasley quickly finished his crispy cone and wiped his fingers: Where did we just say? Ah, yes, we encountered a lot of opposition when we tried to pass this protection law, but I still believe It works... What do you mean 'less protective of Muggles', Henry?

It's nothing, it's just my guess... because there is not a single Muggle in the Ministry of Magic, and the person who drafted and compiled the protection law is not a Muggle. Anthony shrugged, feeling that this was like asking teapots to legislate to protect teacups, But it doesn't matter. Now, let’s change the topic. Isn’t today Saturday? I thought you would be at home - or are you actually supposed to be working overtime now?

No, I am indeed resting. It's Scabbers. Mr. Weasley explained, We said in the letter that no matter where Scabbers goes, Elon will keep an eye on him, so we have to keep Elon in a cage. .

However, Fred and George let Elon out not long ago - they said they did not lock the door when changing owl food - Elon immediately flew into Ron's room and wanted to attack Scabbers. Ron spent some time It took a lot of effort to get Banban back, but Banban was already injured.

Ron was so angry... He called Elon a crazy bird and got into a fight with Fred and George. Molly gave Scabbers some medicine and he recovered the next day. But Ron was still worried. Molly asked me to come to the Magical Beasts Shop and ask. Mr. Weasley sighed, I don't know what to ask.

Anthony and Jones explain who these names are. Mr. Weasley asked with a smile: What about you, Kevin? Do you have a pet?

I haven't. Professor Snape said we shouldn't waste time on that stuff.

Anthony scraped the last half scoop of ice cream from the paper cup and said, It doesn't matter, we have a lot of time now. Let's go to the Fantastic Beasts store next, what do you think?

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So, wizards really use owls to send messages. We didn't quite believe it when we read the book, Mr. Jones said.

Of course, said Mr. Weasley in surprise, just like you use pigeons to deliver messages.

We used pigeons to deliver letters, Mr. Jones corrected. We have a post office now.

I know the Post Office, said Mr. Weasley, confused, but - but isn't the Post Office just a bunch of pigeons?

Under the curious questioning of Anthony and the Joneses, Mr. Weasley described a post office similar to an owl loft for them.

Stamps are the common currency among pigeons and can be used to buy comfortable nests and better bird food. If you don't put enough stamps on them, the pigeons will go on strike, and the way to ensure your letters get delivered is to fill the envelopes with stamps—in other words, bribe the pigeons.

Do you know the word 'postman,' Arthur? asked Anthony.

Mr. Weasley said, Of course, I thought they were pigeon breeders. He looked at Kevin, who was looking at him with wide eyes. Am I so wrong?

Anthony pondered: It makes sense if you think about it carefully... I guess you didn't read the Life and Social Habits of Muggle Families in Britain that was sent to you?

I read it! But only the first half, Mr. Weasley admitted.

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Kevin bought a long-eared owl.

If I can't have a dinosaur, at least I can have a bird! Kevin said, leaning his face against the cage and smiling at the owl, I'm going to call him Chicken.

Mr. Jones pointed out: You have at least three hundred dinosaurs in your cabinet, Kevin.

What - Mr. Weasley was confused, trying to understand Kevin's naming, Why 'Ah Chicken'?

That's Kevin's nickname for Archaeopteryx, Mr. Jones explained, adding, Archaeopteryx is a feathered dinosaur...probably. (Note 1)

Neither Mr. Weasley nor the clerk seemed to understand what a dinosaur was, let alone the strange word Archaeopteryx. After walking out of the shop, Mr. Weasley quietly asked Anthony what the owl had to do with mercury.

Kevin held up his satchel and tried to explain, but Mr. Weasley kept asking questions: Why is there a slit on its back? What does it eat? Is it a magical animal? If there was so much time between dinosaurs and Muggles, how did Muggles discover them? What does fossil mean? How could this thing be related to an owl - with four legs and a tail, isn't it closer to a cat?

Kevin became more and more anxious as he spoke. Mr. Jones tried to stop, but Anthony interrupted: What did you buy, Arthur?

What? said Mr. Weasley, Oh, I didn't buy anything. I told the clerk what happened, and he said that trained owls usually don't attack household pets, and he told me if he was really worried As for that mouse, you can bring it over next time. By the way, Ron said you also have a mouse?

Yes, it's much smaller than Scabbers. Anthony said, It's a good pet.

I've heard about your cat's temper, said Mr. Weasley enviously. How on earth do you let a mouse stay with your cat, Henry?

I guess they're just used to each other.

That's what I mean. What did you do before they got used to each other?

I made them fight and then fixed the cabinets, Anthony said. Oh my god, that sounds terrible.

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Note 1: Kevin’s nickname for Archaeopteryx is “Archae”.