The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

As if in the blink of an eye, the vacation has come to an end.

Summer only lasted for a short while, and the weather began to get cooler again. The small freezers between the shelves of Whaley's supermarkets are no longer filled with cones, popsicles and boxes of ice cream, but instead are filled with frozen chicken and French fries. The ice cream in the large freezer has also begun its last wave of discount promotions, because if they are not sold before the golden leaves fall all over the lawn and miss this short autumn, they will hibernate in the cold weather like bears. .

Anthony never found time to go to the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary, and Snape didn't seem to find a suitable substitute for unicorn blood. However, Anthony made some progress in the curse and ritual: no matter what the data said, he was quite sure that Quirrell cut his left arm at that time, and he found some evidence among the documents.

I know this is unconventional. Anthony said, Most of the flesh magic we found were sacrificed on the right side: right leg, right hand, right arm, right eye, right ear. But look, Snape, these two The purpose of this ritual is actually different - Quirrell was not trying to reshape my flesh and blood at that time, but was trying to expel me.

Snape lowered his head, concentrating on adding some dark green goo to the cauldron, and hummed.

And I don't remember him pulling out any knives, so he must have used magic to slit them open - biting open a blood vessel doesn't sound right, does it? Anthony recalled, Considering that he was right-handed, If he had specifically moved his wand to his left hand, I would have been impressed by his posture. So it was the blood on his left arm. I found a similar case in a used book at Flourish and Blotts, when they were trying to expel the Inferi. …Are you listening, Snape?

The little hourglass on the table suddenly screamed.

Snape roughly turned it over, and at the same time poured chopped plants, brown powder, some animal skin, blue stones, and crushed insects (evil) into the cauldron. And - Wait, is that a bunch of eyeballs?

Snape let his eyeballs fall into the crucible like a bag of peas, stirring slowly, frowning in annoyance, but still did not answer him.

Why do you need so many eyeballs to imitate the blood of a unicorn? Anthony asked, taking a small step back when Snape turned up the heat. I guess unicorns only have two eyes. Those eyeballs mixed with the stirring. Boiling, floating, and rolling.

Amazing observation skills, Anthony. Snape said, tapping the hourglass twice impatiently. Some sand suddenly flew back to the top and began to fall slowly downwards again.

I'm serious. Why so many eyeballs - and are you really going to drink this stuff eventually?

This kind of thing, Snape repeated, No, I'm going to put it in a jam tin and let Dumbledore spread bread with it.

You are joking.

Another hourglass cried.

I'll remember to give you a can, Snape said. Anthony smiled and found a cushioned armchair nearby and sat down. They would have discussions so often that Anthony could remember which chair was more comfortable.

Snape turned the flame an eerie pink, closed the lid, and turned around: Chit chat, jokes and relaxing, eh? Would you like a box of biscuits and a picnic cloth? Anthony, if you could help me at my job I would be grateful if you could keep quiet. As you may be able to discover, Potions is a delicate subject.

I'm sorry, it's just that I remembered we were supposed to discuss this part today. Anthony said, holding up their research plan in front of Snape. A small reminder: I live some distance from Hogwarts, and I I didn't come here after Apparating four times just to watch your graceful posture in making potions.

Snape sneered: You must be surprised, Anthony, to find that the world does not revolve around you. If you bother to inquire, I don't live close to Hogwarts.

Okay, sorry. I mistakenly thought you were back on campus. Anthony explained, I heard you usually come back early before the holidays are over.

Yes. Snape said dangerously softly, Unlike some people, I don't do nothing all day long. What I care most about is how to liberate my pet chicken...

Don't do it again. Anthony sighed, Seriously, I thank you very much, Professor Snape. But if this thing adds so much trouble to you, you can just stop doing it. This It’s really not your job.”

Please tell me, Anthony, how are you going to find other alternatives? Snape said tactfully, Because I really can't wait to find out... Ah, I understand, you will definitely pray every day, and then Christmas Doesn't Quirrell slide down your chimney into the fireplace at festival time?

First of all, my fireplace is sealed, so I'm not expecting a Christmas present like this - or a Santa Claus like this. But if Quirrell does decide to visit me at Christmas, I'll make sure I take him back to Hogwart I have completed the resignation procedures. Anthony declared.

He added before Snape could comment with a sneer: Then, as for the alternative... I don't know yet, but there will always be other ways, you just need to try, and you need time to wait. Just like As my grandfather said, if you can’t catch fish, try fishing for leather shoes.”

Fishing for leather shoes, Snape said sarcastically.

My grandfather loved fishing. Anthony smiled. He could sit by the river all day long. When he came back, he would show off the cans and leather shoes he caught to us. He always said that those leather shoes must have floated from Italy. I Before I went to school, I always thought we were neighbors with Italy.”

It's very touching. Snape interrupted his recollection and said coldly, You can tell this story to Dumbledore. He will definitely be moved to tears and swear to give his left hand to free you. Little pet. But in front of me, you might as well save yourself from this.

Anthony came to his senses and looked at Snape inquiringly.

He suddenly remembered the last time he and Snape discussed Kevin's family, and his words were mixed with jealousy and resentment.

He recalled the time when Snape had asserted that he had had a happy childhood, acting almost as if he were accusing him.

Ah...that's it.

Anthony didn't know what kind of look he had on his face, but Snape was suddenly irritated. His face was distorted, the long nostrils of his aquiline nose trembled, and his teeth clenched violently, as if he could hear a crunching sound.

His eyes were dancing with furious flames, and his voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper: Anthony...

Anthony knew immediately that he had made a mistake. He jumped up from his chair: I'm sorry-

This just adds fuel to the fire.

I'm sorry? For what? Snape pressed, his thin lips twisting into a terrible smile at Anthony's silence.

Before he could say anything else, Anthony tried, For, uh, whatever it is that hurt you—

Save it. You are disgusting. Snape said, Oh, that gentle and good man Anthony...how do you have the nerve to say that you don't want to cause trouble to me? Didn't you say in front of Dumbledore that you have How much do you need the companionship of a pet that Dumbledore would assign me to fulfill your wish? Isn't it you, wearing your pullover sweater, sitting in my office, chattering? And those warm and fake memories...

Anthony tried to change the subject: Is your potion about to be processed for the next step? That hourglass-

But Snape had already asked the last aggressive question: I'm really curious, Anthony, if you really like your grandfather so much, why did you never think of resurrecting him after you became a necromancer?

I can't stand it anymore. I dealt with some things today (yesterday?) and started writing in the early morning... I will write two thousand four first, and then I will write another two thousand orz during the day.