The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

They squeezed in the lively crowd for a while, moving forward slowly, until everyone became impatient. Mrs. Weasley was still standing stubbornly in the queue, but Harry, Ron and Hermione had already squeezed out of the crowd and were searching in the bookstore for the textbooks they needed to purchase this semester.

Don't go too far! Mrs. Weasley shouted after them.

Ron said unconvinced: Fred and George——

Your father went to find them!

And Percy—

Percy never lets us worry. Mrs. Weasley said, adjusting her hat. I told Arthur a long time ago that I wanted to take care of my hair...

You look great, Molly, Anthony said, smiling down at Ginny. She stood close to her mother, looking almost suffocated by the adults. Mrs. Weasley tried to pick her up, but Ginny blushed and refused.

Take Ginny with you, Ron! shouted Mrs. Weasley.

But...oh, okay. Ron changed his words when Ginny looked at her for help, took a deep breath, and prepared to get back in.

Anthony took the initiative and said, Let me follow. Mrs. Weasley hesitated and nodded.

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and pushed out of the team with Ginny.

They met Ron in the crowd, and Harry and Hermione also came up to them, both holding several books in their arms. Ginny stared at Harry with a red face, not paying attention to what she stepped on. Ron grinned and pushed her away, rubbing his instep.

What books do you want to buy? Anthony asked, reaching out and pulling Ginny to him.

Harry showed him a copy of Standard Spells, Level 2, with Breaking with Ghosts and Walking with Ghouls underneath. Hermione took more copies of Magical Places of Interest than he did. The cover of this book shows the streets of Diagon Alley, but all the shop signs are blurred (owls and bats are constantly flying by, and the reader cannot think of a single letter. see clearly).

Hermione asked: Have you seen where Wanderings with Werewolves is, Ron?

It seems over there. Ron said, pointing to the opposite side of the wall. Hermione looked worried.

Anthony suggested: Let's go to the used book section and have a look. Maybe there are a few books left there.

Lockhart is apparently a very successful best-selling author—or a fire dragon who burns his old books—because there are no books by him in the used books section, just as no one wants to resell his books.

Professor Anthony, what are you looking for? asked a clerk passing by. She was busy moving another stack of Lockhart's books to the front, while glaring hard at the back of Lockhart's golden head surrounded by photos, looking very bad-tempered.

Lockhart's...

Oh, no. She sighed, waved her wand, and a series of books suddenly flew out from the warehouse and landed at Anthony's feet, just like a series of brand-new Lockhart and Dangerous Creatures.

Ah, thank you. Anthony nodded towards her, I was just curious if it was possible to find this series in the used book section. You know, seven books are not cheap.

Lockhart said he wanted to make sure all readers saw clean, tidy books and not allow us to sell second-hand—

Oh, he's so generous. Ron said sarcastically, watching the clerk walk away with the shaky and shiny new Lockhart books, and then his eyes suddenly froze and his mouth widened.

Anthony followed his gaze and saw Mrs. Weasley standing in front of Lockhart, her eyes shining, her breathing rapid, and she was chattering. Lockhart, holding an eye-catching peacock's tail quill in his hand, signed something she handed over.

Mrs. Weasley reached out her hand excitedly, wanting to shake his hand - or give him a hug, she didn't seem to have thought about it yet - but Lockhart had already taken her hand and touched it lightly with his lips. .

There was a suffocating sound among the onlookers, but some people had dreamy smiles on their faces, while others seemed to be disgusted.

Harry turned his head away in embarrassment and looked at Anthony pleadingly, as if there was anything he could do. Anthony shrugged, feeling a bit sore in his teeth.

I want to kill him, Ron said calmly.

Well... that's illegal. Anthony reminded, And he seems to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts master or something.

You must be extremely envious, Potter? a voice suddenly came from behind them.

Anthony turned his head along with the others and saw Draco Malfoy slowly coming down the stairs with a cold smile on his face. Behind him was Lucius Malfoy, the same cold gray eyes scanning the group of people below. Anthony met his eyes. The two stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, then looked away together.

Send the books we just selected to the manor. Lucius Malfoy told the clerk behind him, Please remember to write the full name of the store, otherwise I will have some owls worried about you.

Okay, Mr. Malfoy.

At the same time, Draco Malfoy said: The famous Harry Potter, when he walked into an ordinary bookstore, all people's attention was focused on the guy who wrote the book...

Ron asked back: Are you talking about yourself, Malfoy? You must be very surprised to find that people are busy with their own things and don't have time to come over and shine your shoes, right?

Ah, you're here too. Malfoy said, finally looking away from Harry and looking at the second-hand bookshelf next to him, I didn't even know this bookstore had such a place... I warned you , Potter, choose your friends carefully. Look at these places Weasley likes to hide in. What is this, a garbage dump?

Mr. Malfoy, Anthony warned.

Malfoy seemed to finally see Anthony and Ginny standing in the shadows at this time, and was obviously surprised. But he looked up again and saw that his father was still talking to the clerk, and he seemed to stand up straighter suddenly.

What's the matter, Professor Anthony? he asked lazily, kicking the old book on the bottom layer casually (Cooking Dragon Meat: If You Want!), Something no one wants...but if If you don't go to the garbage dump to buy textbooks, Weasley, your family won't be able to find anything to eat tomorrow, right?

Before they could react, Ron rushed over and knocked Malfoy into the bookshelf. The bookcase filled with old books shook twice, and a large bundle of scrap papers piled on top fell down first, followed by several cookbooks or herbal illustrations.

Harry and Hermione struggled to hold on to Ron, and Ginny screamed loudly. Mrs. Weasley's voice came from afar, as if she was trying to get the crowd to give way so she could come over.

Anthony threw a dozen spells to stop the bookshelf from overturning, while Mr. Malfoy rushed down from upstairs, pulled his son up from the ground, brushed away the scraps of paper and dust on his body, frowned and looked at half of the picture. An image of a boil-ridden prickly pear fluttered from Draco Malfoy's hair.

You must be Arthur's child, right? Mr. Malfoy turned his head, stared at Ron, and said slowly, Oh, what a pity, your father has been working very hard recently.

Ron gasped and didn't answer him.

Mr. Malfoy, I was wondering if you have any free time recently, Anthony said. I would like to make an appointment with you to have a little chat.

Let’s talk about the upbringing of the Malfoy family. He originally thought that Malfoy had reflected after the incident with Neville.

Professor Anthony... Lucius Malfoy turned to him and said in that familiar tone of arrogance and impatience, I'm afraid I don't have to. Don't get me wrong, I'd be more than happy to sit down and have a cup of tea with you. , but I’ve been really busy lately.”

Yeah, probably busy avoiding Arthur's pursuit. Mrs. Weasley said breathlessly, carrying a large handbag, and finally arrived nearby. She was followed by a group of onlookers, crowding the narrow passage leading to the second-hand book area.

Molly, what a surprise to see you. Mr. Malfoy's gaze pointedly turned around her crooked hat, messy hair, wrinkled robe collar and handbag with frayed edges, and finally Back to Mrs. Weasley's face.

Life is still the same, huh? I thought that Brother Arthur worked so hard because the ministry gave him an extra salary. Or... He suddenly moved closer to Mrs. Weasley and looked at her condescendingly. , Or maybe the ministry did give it to him, but he didn't get it at home, so you are still in this second-hand area now. Where has Arthur gone? I heard that he has been working overtime outside recently and doesn't come back often, huh , your family? If I were you, I might want to check my husband's schedule...just a friendly reminder, you know.

There was a murmur from the crowd watching the situation behind the bookshelf. Mrs. Weasley's chest heaved violently with anger, and she seemed speechless for a moment.

Well done, Mr. Malfoy. Anthony said, his tone becoming colder. Thank you for answering my questions. I was still wondering where Mr. Draco Malfoy's disrespectful habit came from. I understand...the origin of family education.

Lucius Malfoy glanced at him sideways and said, Oh, Molly, you found yourself a knight? This is really unexpected. He shook his wand suddenly and wiped out all the waste paper on the ground. He gathered them in front of him, then threw them onto the top of the bookshelf, turned around and shouted: Let's go, Draco! Follow us!

Draco Malfoy followed his father, glancing triumphantly at Ron and Ginny, then glanced at Harry Potter and lifted his chin higher.

Mr. Malfoy looked at the crowd outside - Lockhart seemed to have noticed the chaos here, and was getting up and walking towards this side. There was also a small guy jumping around with a camera, as if he wanted to To get a picture of what was going on inside through the heavy heads - he put his hand on Draco Malfoy's shoulder and Apparated away.

Apparition is not allowed in the bookstore! Daniel shouted in the distance, squeezing towards this side with difficulty, and then he vaguely saw the sea of ​​people, What - oh, okay, whatever.

Don't take what he says to heart, Mrs. Weasley, said Hermione. That's what he is - bastards, young and old alike. Not a word of truth comes out of their mouths.

Mrs. Weasley shouted, Of course I didn't believe him! I just wanted him to—Oh, Ron, you're not hurt, are you?

No, Mum. Ron looked embarrassed in her arms, twisting and turning, I hit Malfoy hard in the stomach and knocked him down.

Mrs. Weasley kissed him, and Ron's face turned bright red. As he slid over to his friend, Anthony saw Mrs. Weasley quickly wipe her eyes.

Don't take Malfoy's words to heart. Anthony repeated Hermione's words in a low voice, You and Arthur are one of the best parents I have ever known, and all the Weasleys I know are very good. Bimar I don’t know how many times the blessing is good.”

Thank you, Henry. Mrs. Weasley smiled.

At this time Lockhart had cleverly separated the crowd, walked up to them, smiled and said: What's the matter, beautiful lady, I remember you are a fan of my books, right? Mrs. Weasley watched with bated breath. It was as if a miracle had suddenly appeared in front of him, and Lockhart smiled even brighter, I thought I had signed it for you, Mrs. Weasel? (Weasley, Weasley, Weasel Sly. Ron whispered, Harry snickering next to him) What's going on here - oh, isn't this Harry Potter!

Lockhart stretched out his hand without hesitation and hooked Harry to his side - Harry's snickering disappeared - and smiled at the crowd: Look, I understand why your attention has been attracted. You must be Wondering: This boy, Harry Potter, also showed up at Gilderoy Lockhart's book signing, but why hasn't Lockhart introduced him to us yet? Why hasn't Lockhart introduced him to him yet? What about the autograph? Does Lockhart feel that Harry Potter - not as famous as he is, but as good at defending against the dark arts - should not get his autograph?

He pushed Harry's neck aside and looked at the little man holding the camera: Of course not... That's great, Harry, you are holding my book. Do you like this one? I will The book With the Dominatrix is the one I am most satisfied with, but of course, I like every book. Don't worry, I will - smile! So beautiful! - give you a complete set in a moment. Yes, signed version!”

Daniel stood next to Anthony and said coolly: The store is really a mess today, isn't it?

I'll help you organize the bookstore later. Anthony comforted.