The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

House elf?

He said he was Dobby the house elf, said Harry.

Harry described to Anthony how Dobby suddenly appeared in his room, demanded that Harry not return to school for the new year (No way!), and knocked over the pansy carefully prepared by Harry's Aunt Petunia. Vegetable pudding, resulting in Harry receiving a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic (This makes no sense, Professor, I am not using magic.). Eventually, Harry's aunt and uncle locked him in his bedroom and vowed never to let him return to Hogwarts.

I think that's what Dobby wants. Harry said sadly. The warning letter said that as long as I behave like this again - I guess they don't mean letting house elves with unknown origins destroy the beautiful scenery. dinner, but either way - I'll be expelled from school. I wouldn't dare use magic to escape from my room, and the Dursleys would be more than happy to lock me up for eternity.

He sat cross-legged next to Anthony, fingering the grass unconsciously.

Look, Mr. Potter, if you're going to take a Muggle Studies course in the future, please don't write what I'm about to say on your exam paper, or we'll both get in trouble. Anthony said, And, well, there's one thing Here’s something I think you need to know: no one has been expelled since Professor Dumbledore became Headmaster, and no professor—”

What a shame, Harry muttered. Anthony thought he knew which professor he was referring to.

-Neither do students. And our respected Ministry of Magic sometimes doesn't particularly care about their laws, especially those involving Muggles. Anthony said, The other thing is that you obviously didn't care about the whole thing. He was wrongly accused, if only we could find the house elf...oh. He stopped suddenly.

What's wrong, Professor?

I almost forgot. The elf mentioned the 'master', right? Even if we find him, he will most likely be asked to give false testimony, or his memory will be altered.

What Anthony didn't mention was that for a family like Parkinson's, they might even just kill the house elves. The little elf named Dobby might have rested underground—if his owner had been kind enough to give him a piece of land.

Tell me, Dobby thinks something terrible will happen at Hogwarts this year, so he wants to prevent you from going to school. Anthony mused, He also mentioned dark magic... An unpleasant thought passed through his mind. Guess, but he shook his head and did not tell Harry that Voldemort was not dead yet.

Harry asked seriously: What do you think that is, Professor Anthony?

I don't know. Dark magic that can trick Dumbledore... Anthony said, Do you remember anything more specific he mentioned?

Harry frowned: I was so angry after I found out he stole letters from friends...but I think he said my life would be in danger if I went back to school, because school has become a scary place. .

Already? Anthony repeated, confused.

He also said he'd known about it for months, Harry said, but he wouldn't tell me what it was. I guess he couldn't... Every time I asked for details, he would use his lamp Hit yourself in the head.”

His master must be very strict. Anthony commented, I will warn the principal and make him more vigilant. Thank you for telling me this, Mr. Potter. Although the principal is not here, I dare to assure you on his behalf. , you won’t be fired.”

Harry looked a little embarrassed and pulled off a few blades of grass. Anthony looked at him and said: And on the other hand, since Mr. and Mrs. Dursley are your current guardians, it is probably not illegal to perform magic in front of them. I think that letter is more of a warning to you. Don’t do it after...well, the guest who was hit by the pudding...

Mason, Harry said. Their name is Mason.

Okay, Mason, Anthony said. It may be a mistake, but I'm inclined to believe that they were referring to the Masons when they mentioned non-magical people. Otherwise, that would be ridiculous, wouldn't it? Dear, ha. Guardian of Leigh Potter, your nephew is not missing, he just went to wizarding school. But wait, you are not supposed to know that the wizarding world exists. May you continue to have fun pretending to be ignorant! Yours faithfully, Magic department.'

Harry grinned. They scream at the Ministry of Magic owls, but are more than happy to pretend they know nothing.

Your uncle and aunt... Anthony frowned, trying to find the right words, They don't want magic to disturb their lives, do they?

Harry shrugged, I guess they just hate me.

He seemed reluctant to mention his guardian. No matter how much Anthony used a chatty tone and asked as casually as possible about Harry's situation at the Dursleys, he ended up getting only bits and pieces.

Harry wore second-hand clothes, did most of the housework, lived in the smallest bedroom (It was a really nice summer, they didn't let me move back into the storage room), and wasn't allowed to do his homework ( Thanks to Hermione)...all in all, unhappy, but not scary enough to send a police car roaring down Privet Drive, as he and the Grangers suspected.

Anthony tried not to let too many expressions appear on his face, and Harry seemed to be relaxing more and more, half lying on the grass, watching the Weasley children tossing apples in mid-air.

Anthony talked about how he was terrified the first time he fried an egg, not knowing how hard it would take to crack the egg, while Harry said he couldn't even lift the pan.

The egg was burnt, Harry gestured. I wasn't tall enough and could only see the fire burning in front of my eyes. So I took the pan off every once in a while to see how it was doing. But I Then we got tired—the pot was really heavy, Professor—and at last a big puff of black smoke came out, and Aunt Petunia was furious.

Anthony wondered how many people - and especially how many wizards - knew what Harry's Muggle relatives were like.

…

On Saturday, Anthony returned to the Leaky Cauldron via the Floo network, with the wraith rat curled up in his pocket, and asked Tom for a glass of brandy.

He left the ginger cat at the Burrow.

The cat has recently taken to chasing the fat, brown-feathered chickens, clucking them around the Weasley house. Anthony tried to call it off, but both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley told him to leave the cat alone because it didn't even have its claws out and was just playing.

Molly just wants a feather duster, Mr. Weasley said to him, and summoned all the chicken feathers hanging on the flowers and hedges into the room.

Anthony looked at the pile of chicken feathers and thought Mrs. Weasley could have at least three dusters.

She ended up making an extra-large feather duster.

…

It's nice to see you again, Henry. A voice came from the side. I hope Tom didn't add too much water to his wine.

Dumbledore was sitting on the seat next to Anthony, looking at him with a smile. His silver-white hair and beard stood out in this dilapidated and dark bar, making people wonder how they could not see him.

The wizards sitting near the bar jumped up. Tom quickly put down his account book and wiped the table in front of Dumbledore with a rag: It's a pleasure, Professor Dumbledore - is there anything I can do for you?

Anthony was also startled, raised his head, drank the remaining wine in his glass, and stood up: I-I didn't see you, sir.

Thank you, Tom, but I really need to clear my head. Another day. Dumbledore smiled and walked out of the tavern with Anthony. Of course, I'm happy to see you enjoying your brandy, Henry. So, if you Ready--

Yes, sir, Anthony said, quickly changing his wizard robes into a T-shirt and jeans.

Then take my arm, said Dumbledore. Hold on.

Anthony put his hand on Dumbledore's sleeve and held it.

Then the world spun and the familiar squeezing feeling came. Anthony closed his eyes and firmly grasped the strong forearm in his hand. The next second, with a soft snap, Anthony found himself standing on a rarely-passed path behind his house. A cat jumped out of the trash can in panic and ran away quickly.

I noticed you didn't hide your residence, Dumbledore explained. Suddenly showing up at the front door might be a bit risky.

Of course you are right, sir, said Anthony, leading Dumbledore around to the front of the house. Dumbledore, wearing blue wizard robes with silver trim, strode beside him, and no one seemed to have any problem with the tall man's attire.

Anthony took out the key from his pocket and opened the door. The wraith mouse poked his head out and met Dumbledore's gaze.

We meet again. Dumbledore extended his finger to greet the mouse. The Wraith Chicken heard the noise at the door and flew out.

This is...well, as you can see, chicken. Anthony introduced while changing his shoes, This is Professor Dumbledore.

Dumbledore leaned down and looked at the Wraith Chicken carefully. He looked for a moment over the top of his half-moon glasses, and for a while through the lenses.

Interesting, very interesting.

What's the matter, sir? Anthony asked nervously.

Dumbledore straightened up: Oh, it's nothing. I've never seen a transparent chicken.

…

Anthony, Dumbledore and the chicken were sitting in the kitchen. To be precise, Dumbledore was sitting on the kitchen chair, Wraith Chicken was standing on the dining table, and Anthony was standing in front of the open refrigerator door, wondering whether he should buy some Coke.

I assume you still remember today's experimental procedures? Dumbledore asked.

Yes, sir, said Anthony. He turned and decided to give Dumbledore a glass of water from the tap.

Very well, let's get started, Dumbledore said cheerfully.

But - I remember to wait until three forty-seven in the afternoon? Anthony said, because of what angle are the sun, moon and stars included?

Dumbledore waved his hand: Forget it, Henry. Although Nico suggested so, I don't think it is important.

Oh... okay, Anthony said, Do I need to tidy up this place?

Dumbledore said easily: I don't see the need.

He just tapped it with his wand, and the dining table turned into a stone round table, with chairs standing on both sides and turning into stone pillars. Nico Flamel sent a set of shining alchemical instruments, and Dumbledore placed them on the stone table, which suddenly illuminated the entire room with golden light.

Can this subject be allowed to touch the instrument? Dumbledore asked solemnly.

The Wraith Chicken turned his head and looked at Anthony.

Anthony encouraged: Go up and touch it? Isn't this your favorite thing to do?

The Wraith Chicken jumped onto the table curiously and pecked at it. A low buzzing sound shook the kitchen, startling the Wraith Chicken.

Very good, Dumbledore said with satisfaction, And you, Henry. Touch it.

Anthony reached out and rubbed the golden ball at the highest position in the middle of the instrument, as Nicol Flamel said in his letter to Dumbledore. Anthony felt a long-lost sense of relaxation, as if he was surrounded by dirt and bones, as if he had returned to the place where a corpse should be.

A softer hum emerged.

After five minutes, Anthony asked, Is this correct, sir? The humming, mixed with the sound of the refrigerator running and the soft hiss of the light, had become something close to noise.

Nico said we need to wait. Let me see why... Dumbledore said, looking through the instrument maker's notes (Anthony couldn't understand the terminology written in celestial and runic scripts), Ah, no Wrong, that's right. What a genius idea, Nico...I also think it should be like this...

Anthony waited patiently. But the buzzing still refused to dissipate, and the Wraith Chicken couldn't bear it and jumped on the stone table, opened its beak and turned around to hold a thin rod in its mouth, and bit it.

Don't— Anthony stopped, but Dumbledore held him back.

The Wraith Chicken easily bit off the thin rod, and then, like dominoes falling, every part of the instrument underwent dazzling changes. The copper ball fell onto the scale, and the gravel rolled into the rotating translucent tube.

Finally, the instrument shook twice, and the door opened from a corner, and a small stone-like thing rolled out. It looked rough and cheap, just like the one picked up outside Anthony's door.

Great. Dumbledore said, calmly picking up the stone, Next, ask the subject to eat it... The chicken should eat the stone, because the stone can help the chicken crush the food, making it easier for it. Digest...at least that's what Nico wrote.