The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Dumbledore accompanied him to the vicinity of Hogsmeade, chatting all the way about the lifestyle of mermaids in the Black Lake, Honeydukes' new products, and the application process for visiting the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary.

They were not walking very fast, but the summer days were frighteningly long. Even though it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, the sun still shone on the roofs of the houses in this magical village, making the smoke coming out of the chimneys warm.

The streets are less crowded than on semester weekends, but still very lively. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafts through the streets. Several children were secretly dividing a bag of Buttercup mints on the street corner. Someone was passing by in a carriage, and the horses seemed to be dancing a strange trot, walking briskly on the path.

They could already faintly hear the voices of people talking on the street. Dumbledore stopped in the woods: About today's events...

You don't need to be sorry. Anthony stopped Dumbledore before he could speak. This matter really has nothing to do with you. As for Snape, I still insist that he apologize to me. He shouldn't have said Those words, I shouldn’t smash things, that’s what happened.”

Your anger is entirely understandable, Henry, Dumbledore said softly.

Sir, you don't understand. Anthony shook his head, I may be angry, but I cannot act because of anger.

Then you should probably be proud of yourself, Henry. I'm glad to see you didn't do anything bad out of anger... Oh, it's nothing to smash something. Dumbledore said easily, I would say Severus should have changed the batch of ingredients long ago. Not long ago, Poppy was still complaining to me. In recent years, students have said that the bone potion has become more and more painful, but her brewing method has never changed.

Anthony was speechless for a moment. Dumbledore looked at him gently through the half-moon glasses on his long, crooked nose.

But... Anthony hesitated, wondering if he should admit to Dumbledore how terrible it was when he lost control.

Even though he did hint to Dumbledore that he could easily strip other people's souls out of their bodies - and he was pretty sure Dumbledore got the hint - he never said what the next steps would be. He didn't say anything about the cannibalism part. The hints he told Dumbledore were as if he just ripped the soul out, waved it off, and watched the other person happily leave.

But he remembered when he had just emerged from the grave, forgetting that he was even human; he remembered how hungry he felt, coveting other people's souls; he remembered opening his mouth and stuffing souls into his throat; remembering The fear was fixed on another human's face, and he was completely indifferent at the time. He remembered what Quirrell—Voldemort—had said to him, that he was just pretending, that he was cold.

He remembered that what he almost smashed was not the potion ingredients, but Snape himself.

Then he suddenly remembered Bloody Balor. The Slytherin ghost with empty eyes and bloodstains on his body once warned him that undead magic is happiest when anger burns in his forehead... It will drive people to do terrible things, and people can only do it after they wake up. You will realize that the scariest thing about all this is that they are often irreversible.

But at that moment, great power can make people mistakenly think that they are omnipotent.

Bloody Barrow whispered in a hoarse voice: He will despise fate, scorn life and death, transcend all reason, abandon all doubts, and cling to his impossible hope...

…

But we all know that self-confidence is the biggest enemy of mankind. Anthony finally said, Rather than smashing all Snape's potion ingredients, I would rather let myself never lose control again - and never be on the verge of losing control. I don't dare to be confident. As for whether I will be so lucky next time... he shrugged, or whether he will be so lucky again.

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing more.

By the way, sir. Anthony suddenly remembered, There is another question. Um...

Just ask.

What do you mean when you say you deliberately let Snape participate in this project? Of course, I admit that he is probably the best person to study unicorn blood, but other than that... He shook his head.

Oh, this matter... Dumbledore seemed to pause for a moment, Because I was negligent, Henry. I really didn't consider that after so long, he still has such extravagant hopes.

What extravagant hope?

There was someone, someone who shouldn't have died, Dumbledore said. Severus wanted that person back. And necromancy is one of the most resurrection-like magics ever created.

Anthony felt ridiculous for a moment. He couldn't help but said: He can try to beg me. I guarantee that the scene will be much better than it is now.

And if he begs you? Dumbledore asked, How will you answer him?

Anthony thought for a moment. The wind passed by them, making the leaves above their heads rustle.

It's very difficult. Among the books collected in the Hogwarts library, several of them have excellent theories about the soul. He finally said, If we really ask, I think no matter which book it is, Authors would say it’s almost impossible.”

almost?

Anthony pointed to himself.

Ah, that's right. Dumbledore smiled.

And, to be honest, I don't think that person - whoever he or she is - would want to be resurrected. Anthony said thoughtfully, Of course, I'm not saying that I feel sorry for the resurrection. Regret or regret... 'If I had died sooner' or something like that. No, I'm just saying that other people may not like this option.

At this time, a little witch walked out of the village lightly, with a mysterious smile on her face. Her blond hair looked dirty and messy, like she never knew there was such a thing as a comb. A man with long hair followed, looking equally weird.

Are those mole flies? the little girl asked in a dreamy tone, looking towards the woods where Anthony and Dumbledore were.

Oh, yes. The man said, glancing this way, We won't go that way in case we get caught by them.

He led the girl in the completely opposite direction, climbed over the wall of a house, passed directly by their vegetable garden, then climbed a tree, jumped to the roof, and slid along the tiles until he was within sight of Anthony. outside.

A stoat poked its head out of the grass, looked around, and then scurried away from Anthony's feet.

I think we'd better leave quickly, said Dumbledore. We don't want to be pestered by too many harassers, do we? Well, see you next time - I hope to see you again at the opening party, Or Caredi would really yell at me.”

Anthony finally smiled.

I have no plans to resign just yet, he promised, mainly because I don't want to deal with those people at the Ministry of Magic anymore.

Ah, about this...

Anthony asked alertly: What's the matter, sir? Do I need to have anything to do with them?

No, don't worry, said Dumbledore, I will try my best to prevent that from happening.

Another half-chapter update orz