The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

It was a beautiful day, and the sun shone brightly in the overgrown garden of the Burrow. The ginger cat lay in the corner of the wall with buttercups, raised his eyelids and glanced at the gnome who crept over. The goblins stood hesitantly, forming a circle and looking at the ginger cat, their big potato-like heads pressed together.

It wasn't until the cat couldn't bear it anymore that he stood up, stretched, and pounced on one of them. The other goblins cheered and fled in all directions.

The cat pushed the unfortunate gnome to the ground - the creature was kicking, biting and screaming - then half of the upstairs window opened and Anthony was holding half a piece of spit smeared with marmalade. Si, glanced down and shouted: Just throw it out!

Then several red-haired heads popped out.

Dad thinks they're quite fun. Ron said, watching the goblin make a beautiful parabola and fall into the distance, Wow. What did that cat do?

Sit down and eat! Mrs. Weasley slapped the table. Fred, George, Ron and Mr. Weasley all pulled their heads back.

This doesn't feel like a picnic at all, Fred grumbled, adding an extra slice of ham to the bread.

Wait until I serve dessert, Mrs. Weasley warned him. She peered through the broken wall, kicked down a few bricks that had fallen to the floor, and then dumped the pan into the pan. All the fried potato cubes were poured onto Harry's plate.

…

Last night, Anthony suddenly felt the house tremble, followed by some strange noises. After a while, someone knocked gently on his door.

Anthony picked up the skeleton cat from the food bowl filled with white wine, changed back to the ginger cat, wrapped it in his quilt - he found it difficult to explain to others why his cat smelled of alcohol - and then opened the door , using the light inside the house, I saw Fred and George standing outside, with some dust on the tips of their noses and faces.

Professor Anthony. Fred said furtively, his voice as soft as a whisper, Did you use 'repair as new' well?

Well... I'm pretty skilled. Anthony said, his voice involuntarily becoming softer, What's wrong?

George grabbed the railing of the stairs and looked down warily, then turned around and whispered: The explosion went wrong, we blew up the wall.

You...what?

Anthony glanced into the twins' room. The lights were turned off, and one could only vaguely see the silhouettes of objects scattered on the ground and a few large pieces of furniture. The wall opposite the door, which should have been there, was completely damaged, revealing the undulating outlines of the night sky and hills. The wind blew in through the hole.

Please, Professor, Fred whispered. But then George groaned, and both Anthony and Fred saw the warm yellow light downstairs turn on, and with the sound of footsteps, Mrs. Weasley put on a hairnet and ran upstairs.

I knew it! she said, looking like she had some habits and taken it for granted.

Mr. Weasley's nightcap and face appeared at the top of the stairs. He yawned and asked, Molly, dear, is it all down?

No, go back to sleep, Arthur. Mrs. Weasley said softly, turned her head and put her hands on her hips, What did I say last time? If you make this kind of noise at night again, you'll be in trouble. Room! She turned to Anthony and immediately became pleasant again, I'm sorry to bother you, Henry.

No, it doesn't matter. Anthony said, looking curiously at the entrance of the cave a few more times.

They just like to play with these things. Fireworks, crackers, exploding cards... Mrs. Weasley said dissatisfied, glaring at Fred and George, Don't let Henry help you repair your house! You need to bear the consequences!

There was another creak, and their door downstairs opened. Ginny walked out slowly, lying sleepily on the railing and looking up: Did Fred and George blow up the room again?

Yes, dear, said Mrs. Weasley.

Ron's room door also opened. Ron asked happily: Did that crazy bird get blown up too? Harry's head also popped out, his hair messy. His glasses shook twice, and Harry quickly reached out and pressed the frames to his face.

Elon's cry came from the room, and Ron sighed in mock disappointment. Ginny looked up and saw Harry, and immediately reached out to cover her messy red hair, ran back to the room, and slammed the door.

Ron, you should be sleeping! shouted Mrs. Weasley. Isn't anyone sleeping in the whole house?

I'm sleeping, Mum, Percy replied through the door.

Ron complained: The ghoul above me is banging on the pipe again, and I can't sleep at all.

You can change rooms with us. Fred suggested, It's quieter here.

And there's a little bit of wind, and the barking of the village dogs, George said. You know, the beautiful melody of nature.

Fred! George! Mrs. Weasley got angry, You think this is funny, don't you?

The twins ran back to their room, stuck their heads out before closing the door, and said in the purest and most innocent voice: We're going to bed. Good night, mom.

As soon as their door closed, Mrs. Weasley dropped her hands on her hips and her brows furrowed. She smiled and asked Anthony: Is there anything else you need, Henry?

No, no, everything's fine. Thank you, Molly, Anthony said. It's just, uh, their room...

Oh, it doesn't matter. Mrs. Weasley said easily, We can also have breakfast outdoors in their room tomorrow. Ginny has always said she wants to have a picnic.

…

After breakfast they played a few games of Thunderbolt on Fred and George's floor. Ron took out the wizard chess piece, and Anthony knew after watching two games that he was definitely no match for him.

Mr. Weasley repaired the twins' walls with ease before going downstairs to listen to the radio.

We built this house with our own magic. He proudly told Anthony. I originally wanted to use magic to build a car myself. That would definitely not count as casting magic on something made by Muggles... but the car It’s just amazing.”

He was referring to the car parked downstairs. When Mr. Weasley pulled Anthony to the light blue Ford with secret excitement and showoff, Anthony just praised him politely, but Mr. Weasley then proudly opened the car door and greeted Anthony Seats that display a clear space-expanding spell.

I knew you knew your stuff. Mr. Weasley said with a smile, looking at Anthony's surprised look, Another wizard might think that the inside of a Muggle car is this big... I deliberately didn't make it too exaggerated. To be honest. , I considered fitting the entire Burrow into it, but that would take too much effort and would be too obvious.”

He then opens the driver's door and shows Anthony the controls that make the car fly and turn invisible.

He almost asked Anthony to sit in the passenger seat and take him for a ride - and Anthony almost half-heartedly agreed - but Mrs. Weasley rushed out with a teapot, almost throwing the tea at Mr. Weasley The bright head of his head stopped this adventurous idea in time.

That car of yours is amazing, Arthur, Anthony said, emphasizing the word your.

I haven't tried to fly it long distance yet. Mr. Weasley said a little regretfully, and then looked at Mrs. Weasley with a stern look next to him, Oh, but of course I wouldn't want to do that. This is also It's too dangerous. He leaned closer to Anthony and whispered, Fred, George and Ron drove it to pick up Harry... They told me it flew very well, but the sound of the fuel tank sounded It's a little weird. I'm thinking of removing the tank, I don't need it anyway.

Then what are you going to put in that empty space? Anthony gestured.

Mr. Weasley thought for a moment: Good question, Henry... I don't know. What do you think of a dozen peanut sandwiches?

…

In the afternoon, because he could not study necromancy at the Burrow, Anthony followed others while they were playing Quidditch, preparing to practice how to ride a broomstick.

Everyone seemed shocked when he fell off the broom. Fred and George both flew over and tried to get him to land on their broomsticks, and Harry swooped down to catch him, only to take off one of his shoes in mid-air.

The wind filled his robe. Anthony fell heavily to the ground, then rolled twice on the grass, lying on his stomach and laughing.

In order not to be noticed by the Muggles in the nearby village, they all flew very low. Anthony didn't even feel that any of his bones were broken, and his powerful self-healing ability meant that he didn't even know if he was injured.

Mom will kill us! Ron said in shock as he fell next to him.

Not even close. Just don't tell Molly. Anthony turned over and sat up. If you could hand me the shoes...that would be great. Thank you, Potter.

Fred and George hovered in the air for several times, then slowly landed, commenting: Professor Anthony, you... you really can't fly at all.

Yes. Anthony asked in surprise, Didn't I tell you from the beginning?

In fact, he is quite satisfied with his learning progress. It only took him one morning from letting the broom jump into his hand to learning how to sit on it and control the direction.

Just now, he could even control the broom to slowly float in the low air - Ginny was faster than this when she first got on the broom. - If Fred and George didn't happen to hit him when they threw apples to each other, , he felt that he would not fall down so soon.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, the children quickly flew back, hovering under the blue sky and white clouds. Harry stood by and watched Anthony put on his shoes, looking a little strange.

Anthony looked up at him in confusion several times before suddenly remembering the first Quidditch match he went to. At that time, in order to prevent Harry from falling from the sky, he directly used the Flying Curse to interrupt the game.

This height is far from what it was back then, and it's quite scary to be so high. Anthony warned him with a smile, Next time you encounter an uncontrollable situation, you must ask Mr. Wood to ask Mrs. Hooch to suspend the game. ——But I remember that in the Hogwarts-specific rules, she seems to be able to pause the game directly now——and then you can jump off as much as you want.

Our captain said the same thing, Harry said. He said that the referees have a lot more power under the rules of Hogwarts, and the situation like last semester should not happen in the future.

Ron shouted over their heads: Harry, are you coming again?

In a moment! Harry raised his head and shouted, then looked at Anthony, Um... Professor Anthony, I heard Hermione say that Muggle Studies is also responsible for studying the Statute of Secrecy?

Anthony was a little surprised: I would say that Muggle Studies does involve a lot of dealing with the Statute of Secrecy, but we are not responsible for studying the law. What's the matter, Mr. Potter?

Is it illegal to perform magic in front of Muggles?

Well... it depends on what kind of Muggle it is. For example, if a professor at Hogwarts is going to pick up a Muggle-born student, such as your friend Miss Granger, then it will be difficult for the professor to pick up a Muggle-born student. Using magic to convince parents that we are not crazy or liars, right? This situation does not violate the Statute of Secrecy.

Where are the other Muggles, Professor?

Performing magic in front of most Muggles - or magic that would alert them to the possibility of magic - is indeed a serious violation of the Statute of Secrecy. Anthony said, with a cracked grave appearing in front of his eyes. .

He shook his head and continued: But there are still many exceptions. For example, the Muggle-born students we mentioned before, or the marriage between wizards and Muggles - wizards usually hide their wizard identities from their partners before marriage, There are even corresponding provisions in the Statute of Secrecy, but nowadays the Ministry of Magic usually does not enforce this provision.

But out of habit, there are still many wizards who hide their magical abilities until their non-magical husband or wife suddenly discovers it, or even until their children show magical talents.

Harry nodded, looking thoughtful. He asked: But - but how does the Ministry of Magic determine who has violated the Statute of Secrecy? I mean, is it possible that they have found the wrong person?

Excellent question, Mr. Potter. Anthony praised in surprise. Usually, this involves a whole set of confidential spells and rituals, and even divination. So, yes, sometimes the Ministry of Magic It is unclear who violated confidentiality laws.

In the end, they just let it go, or, when they need performance, they dig out the case files and find a few that look more serious and test them.

Anthony looked at Harry's thinking expression and quickly added: But I don't mean that you can violate the Statute of Secrecy at will...especially at your age, Mr. Potter. Magical activities targeting underage wizards, Ministry of Magic It can be detected using trace wire.”

Hmm... Harry said distressedly.

What's wrong? Anthony asked him. You asked me a lot of very specific questions, Mr. Potter. Do you think you violated the Statute of Secrecy?

No, I didn't do any magical activities! Harry said regretfully, I received a warning letter, Professor Anthony, but it was because of a house elf!