The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Mr. Weasley arrived and was furious.

I shouldn't have left! he said angrily, I should have stayed here and knocked out his teeth...

Don't think about it, Arthur. Mrs. Weasley said a little tiredly, The Malfoy family is not easy to deal with. Your protection law is enough to give him a headache... He is only showing off his power verbally. ”

But her face didn't look good either. It wasn't until Lockhart put his arms around Harry Potter and announced something that she raised her head as if awakened by the cheers of the crowd, and asked the people next to her what he had just said.

Mr. Lockhart is about to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts in the new school year. Anthony explained while applauding politely and tilting his head.

Harry doesn't look well, Ginny whispered.

Amidst the clicking of the camera's shutter and puffs of purple smoke, Harry walked back stiffly holding a stack of Lockhart's books, looking even more exhausted than Mrs. Weasley and feeling dizzy. He looked around and thrust the book into Ron's hands stiffly: Take it -

Ron opened the cover, and next to Lockhart's half-length photo, he signed his name in golden ink and drew a simple smiley face next to it. Ron frowned and took the book further away, as if the photo was about to bend down and kiss his hand.

Hermione said, Don't look like that, Ron. He'll be our professor!

He touched my mom's hand with his mouth! Ron yelled. That's disgusting! And he just...did you see it? The affectionate way he talked to my mom - they didn't even know each other! He Can’t even remember her name!”

Ron! Mrs. Weasley said reproachfully, completely forgetting about Malfoy. Her cheeks were flushed and she glanced at Mr. Weasley. Mr. Weasley looked like he had just swallowed a fly.

It's called a hand kiss, Ron, and that's not offensive at all, Hermione corrected, I think he did it quite decently.

The look on Ron's face said that wasn't what he meant, but his mother was glaring at him, so he just muttered and handed the whole set of books to Ginny: I guess you don't mind that there's a fool's name on it...here. It’s up to you, I’ll buy it for myself with Harry and Hermione later.”

…

Harry, Ron and Hermione crawled around the bookstore, grabbing the books they needed from various shelves. Fred and George pretended to be waiting in the long autograph line, but were actually waiting for Lee Jordan. Percy still hadn't shown up (He's been acting weird all holiday, said Fred), and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley planned to go have ice cream with crushed nuts.

The Grangers browsed various magic books with fascination, pointing to the strange titles on the spines and whispering.

It's best not to touch the books over there. Anthony reminded them as he passed by them. Mr. Granger was startled and quickly retracted his hand from The Encyclopedia of Biting Plants.

Thank you...oh, Professor Anthony.

The used books section was very dusty, and Daniel was worried that Anthony would stain his noble robes of seven galleons, so he asked him to temporarily wear a Flourish and Blotts clerk's coat over his clothes. Anthony rolled up his sleeves, raised his head and smiled at Mr. and Mrs. Granger.

It wasn't until he got to the used books section that he realized why Daniel said it was a mess. Although Lucius Malfoy reluctantly threw the fallen papers onto the bookshelf before leaving, he did not bother to organize them in order, nor did he care about the scattered books.

Is Mr. Lockhart an easy person to deal with? Anthony asked, frowning at the runes at the footer of the two pages, and finally gave them up and handed them to Daniel.

Salamander is six and Acromantula is eight. The two pages are connected. Daniel glanced at him and returned it to him, Are you a fan of his books?

Anthony put the two pages together without looking up: No. But he will be my colleague soon.

It depends on how you want to deal with him. Drink and chat? No, I don't recommend it. Daniel quickly flipped through an old book with more than three hundred pages and poured out half a leaf that was broken into pieces.

But in addition to requiring a very large venue and a lot of attention... cameras, lights, flowers, applause... Daniel cleaned up the broken leaves and smelled the book cautiously, It seems like there is mold somewhere - —No, Lockhart is not difficult to deal with as long as you learn to ignore him.

…

Even though he was forced to move books twice because he was wearing store clerk's clothes (I owe you once, I'll meet you for a drink later.), Anthony still enjoyed staying with Daniel and cleaning the books.

It's almost like he's back to his days as a cashier, helping his coworkers count items in the warehouse after closing time, recalling why there were two extra cups of caramel-flavored yogurt and one bag of mozzarella missing.

He missed that feeling very much - when he ran his fingers over the shelves, those tall shelves with metallic luster and screws brought a familiar cold temperature, and all the goods were sorted into their positions. He knew that I know exactly which corner there are boxes of macaroni stacked up.

While chatting with Daniel, Anthony cleaned and bound the pages belonging to the same book. He became more and more skilled at it, and even thought that if Hogwarts fired him, maybe he could work at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. He would be happy working as a bookstore cashier.

He also asked Daniel if he could find the contact information of the author of The Monster Book of Monsters.

What's wrong? Daniel asked warily.

Hagrid loved that book, Anthony said, remembering Hagrid rescuing the half-burned Monster Book from under the bed by Noble (it even tried to bite Hagrid's finger with its charred pages). , He wanted to buy another copy.

Daniel sighed, led him into the warehouse, and pointed to a cage: We have four more books. If Hagrid wants, he can take them all - the author saw his books sold last time he came here I was very happy and put a few more books over.

…

After he and Daniel finished sorting out the old books section, even clearing out some of the books that had been squeezed out of the warehouse by Lockhart's large photos, the others found all the textbooks they needed from the crowded crowd and stood at the counter waiting to check out.

We were looking for you. Where have you been, Henry? asked Mr. Weasley. Anthony passed by him three times wearing a store clerk's clothes without being recognized.

In an invisibility cloak, Anthony replied, straightening himself.

Mr. Weasley looked hesitant between doubt and belief.

The clerk behind the checkout pointed to what Anthony had received in the bag and asked, What is that?

What? Anthony looked down, Oh, it's not a book in the store...a blank diary. He took it out and handed it to the cashier, In the used book section, Daniel gave it to me.

Daniel! the cashier shouted. But Lockhart happened to tell a joke, and the bookstore was filled with laughter and applause, and his voice was drowned out.

The cashier frowned, flipped through the old diary, and handed it to Anthony.

I don't remember us collecting this thing. He warned Anthony. We usually don't give away things that we don't know belong to... If you want, we have a batch of brand new diaries here...

It doesn't matter. Anthony said. Then he saw the Weasley family beside him and changed his words, That's fine. I'll ask you to exchange it for a new one for me. Thank you. This one will be left here waiting for the owner to return. Bar.

…

Anthony gave the diary to Ginny as a gift for her upcoming school year. They said goodbye to the Grangers at the Leaky Cauldron and took the Floo to the Burrow.

When Anthony was spit out by the fireplace, he almost hit a dining table. The dining table was clean, with a plate of half-dried ham on it, and a shining silver knife stuck to the side. Opposite the mantel stacked with books is the stove, on which several pots are quietly placed. An old cookbook was spread out beside the sink, and on the unfolded page were two bowls of stewed oxtails dancing ballroom.

The aroma of fried eggs, grilled sausages and butter fills the cramped kitchen. While Anthony was looking around, Harry also came out of the fireplace. As soon as he stood firm, he took out his glasses from his pocket, put them on and looked around carefully, feeling obviously relieved.

Oh, I forgot to put away the ham. Mrs. Weasley said annoyed, In that case, would you like some, Henry?

Anthony refused, so Mrs. Weasley quickly took out a large plate of apple pie from the cabinet and told everyone who wanted to eat as much as they wanted. But she asked Anthony to put his luggage upstairs first - he was temporarily staying in Charlie's room because Charlie would not be able to come home for the entire summer.

Anthony carried the suitcase and found the small wooden door with Charlie's name on it. The door opened with a slight push, and Anthony walked in, the floorboards creaking under his feet.

The bed is not big, but it is very soft and smells of fresh sunshine. There is a yellowed Quidditch team practice sheet taped to the closet door, as well as Charlie's seventh grade class schedule. Anthony discovered that he had not chosen Muggle Studies, but all the Care of Magical Creatures subjects on the timetable were circled.

The window faced a large green grassland, and in the distance seemed to be a Muggle village, with a few streaks of smoke rising from there. On the windowsill stood a model of a fire dragon with half its wings missing—not a Norwegian Ridgeback, but Anthony couldn't identify it—lying in the sunlight, looking as if he was asleep.

Anthony put the model in a drawer and saw a photo of Charlie Weasley with Percy, Fred and George.

Charlie, like his brother Ron, was freckled, but looked stronger than any Weasley Anthony had ever known. Both Charlie and the Weasley twins were holding broomsticks, grinning and pointing the broom handles at Percy as if they were interviewing him. Percy looked at the camera with a straight face, seemingly unsure of what expression he should put on.

Anthony made one final confirmation that there was nothing that might cause a fight with the skeleton cat, pulled down the curtains, and opened the suitcase. With a clattering sound, the bones stuffed between his clothes and books flew up, forming a cat's skeleton on Anthony's legs, and then the two balls of soul fire burst into flames.

The skeleton cat struggled twice, but could not escape from Anthony's arms, and bit his hand. Anthony patted its skull comfortingly: We are guests now. Just bite me and be polite to others.

The skeleton cat used his hand to grind his teeth angrily and loosened his mouth. Anthony took it as a yes.

Good cat, he praised, turning it into a ginger cat. The cat immediately jumped away, licking its messy fur irritably and intently.

…

Anthony took to life at the Burrow almost immediately.

Mrs. Weasley is the boss of the kitchen and steadfastly tries to drive everyone out of the kitchen. After Anthony demonstrated his magic ability to clean green peppers, he finally won the honor of peeling potatoes.

Mr. Weasley would come back from the Ministry of Magic every day, bringing with him some bizarre cases as stories for the dinner table.

The Weasley twins lived opposite him. When they opened the door to their room in the morning, they saw Anthony coming out in slippers and immediately started wailing loudly.

Mom! Can you let the professor live somewhere else! they shouted.

Shut up, Henry is a friend! Mrs. Weasley shouted back, Also, if you don't change your pajamas, don't even think about going downstairs for dinner! Remember to feed Elon!

Anthony also saw the owl. Elon ruffled his feathers, spread his wings and jumped around in the cage at the first sight of him.

When the ginger cat curiously wandered into the room of the Weasley twins, the owl roared angrily and bumped against the cage. The noise was so loud that Percy downstairs even came up to take a look. Ron and Harry came down from upstairs, passed the door, and said gloomily: I told you, that bird is crazy. The Muggles must have fed it something wrong.

I know, maybe it's because Professor Anthony also keeps mice. Percy said, Elon is an owl who likes to eat mice.

The first day the wraith mouse appeared in the Weasley house, it attracted a lot of admiration. Compared to the ubiquitous ginger cat that is kept away from strangers, a transparent mouse is obviously more curious.

He's much smaller than Scabbers, Ginny said, staring as the wraith mouse nimbly jumped onto Anthony's shoulders.

Ron also said: Scabbers is a big mouse. Our family raised him very well... Before that crazy bird came, he was well raised. He glared at the twins.

Anthony apologized: I'm sorry, it was me who organized the owl adoption.

No, no, it's okay... Ron said, as if he didn't expect the conversation to turn out like this, I mean, you have a cat and a mouse at the same time. You must think they can get along well, right?

He took out Banban.

The resentful mouse sniffed Banban and sneezed in disgust. Scabbers shrank, and Anthony felt a strange emotion mixed with doubt and contempt coming from the resentful rat in his mind.