The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Everyone at the Burrow was overjoyed to see Errol back in good health. Even Ron only muttered a few words when the old owl asked them to change the owl diet (Hermes and Hedwig never eat mice.), and then stretched out his fingers to tease Errol.

Mrs. Weasley wanted to make up for Errol's medical bills, but Anthony told her to treat it as if he had paid for his room and board for a while.

She seemed about to say something else, when a green flame suddenly lit up in the fireplace, and Mr. Weasley returned.

Good evening, Molly. Good evening, Henry. He said tiredly, patting the ashes on himself. It's been a rough day. Fortunately, they all know that I have to send the children to King's Cross tomorrow... We have basically finished checking the previous surnames today, and it will be the Malfoy family’s turn soon...

They are not someone to be trifled with, Arthur. Mrs. Weasley said worriedly, Don't cause unnecessary conflicts with them.

Do you think I'm afraid of their kind? Mr. Weasley asked angrily, straightening up.

Errol settled on his shoulder to greet him, nuzzling his cheek with his head. A smile suddenly appeared on Mr. Weasley's face, leaving Malfoy behind.

Oh! he said in surprise. Errol is cured?

Anthony told him the story of the old owl, the magic potion and the little mouse.

So, you should be meeting the owner of the Owl Shop? Mr. Weasley asked with interest, putting on his slippers and hanging his coat on the hanger.

I think so, Anthony said, because I saw him fire an employee.

Fired the employee? Mrs. Weasley asked with concern, What happened?

I think the man's name was Roland Lawton... He took three leave of absence and then was fired. Anthony recalled, seeing Mr. Weasley frown.

What's wrong?

As I said, we just checked out all the wizarding families whose surnames begin with L today. Mr. Weasley said in confusion, I don't remember any wizarding family with the surname Lawton.

Maybe he is not a British wizard. Mrs. Weasley comforted him, raised her head and shouted upstairs, Come down for dinner! We have honey pudding today!

With cheers and chaotic footsteps, the red-haired children ran down the stairs, including a black-haired Harry Potter. Fred and George smelled distinctly of gunpowder, and Mrs. Weasley glared at them.

Dad, are you coming to see us off tomorrow? Ron asked vaguely, his mouth full of beef patties. Everyone was a little stuffed and scraped the braised meat juice on the plate with their knives and forks.

Um, yes. Mr. Weasley said, reaching for a piece of pie as well. Have your luggage been packed?

His question was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley. She pulled out a huge white porcelain plate from nowhere, and the pudding on it swayed gently as she moved. Anthony saw Harry rubbing his belly and swallowing the yellow, shiny pudding.

The moment she put the plate on the table, there was a deafening explosion in the kitchen. Orange and green fireworks trailed long tails, hovering under the yellowed ceiling.

Fred! George! Ginny screamed. She was biting her fork, staring longingly at the pudding, and was so frightened that she almost swallowed the fork.

Fred and George laughed as the falling gold dust chased Mrs. Weasley and landed on her loose hair. After everyone was given a piece of pudding, the fireworks bloomed into purple stars and slowly fell, disappearing before hitting the ground.

Anthony reached out curiously and took a small piece of Mars. It sizzled in his hand for a while, crackling with golden sparks from time to time, but it didn't burn at all.

The ginger cat jumped in from the window and stared at the sparks floating in front of him, his tail slowly wagging.

Come here. Anthony waved to it, Don't worry about that.

The cat thought for a while, jumped lightly over the debris by the window, walked slowly to Anthony, and jumped onto his lap. It circled and stepped on the narrow thighs, hooked its claws on his robe, and slowly lay down.

Anthony smiled down at it, scratched its chin, and then quickly withdrew his hand, letting the cat bite it empty. The cat raised its upper body dissatisfiedly, put its ears and eyes out of the table, and glanced at the plate with only sauce on the wooden table and the pudding that reflected the attractive luster.

Ginny made a strange gasping sound and stared fondly at the cat across the table. Mr. Weasley had warned Anthony that Ginny had always liked cats.

Anthony still remembered that Ron had sarcastically thought that Ginny would be put in solitary confinement on her first day at Hogwarts for wanting to caress Mrs. Norris.

Or Professor McGonagall, Harry said, and both he and Ron fell silent.

It was a peaceful afternoon. Anthony glanced over the newspaper. Ron and Harry were frozen on both sides of the card table, their faces pale, and they seemed unable to accept this fantasy.

…

After finishing the pudding, Percy helped Mrs. Weasley clear away the dishes and pile them all in the sink. The magic rag jumped from the shelf and wiped the dishes clean as they lined up wetly to jump out of the sink.

Fred and George filled the kitchen with more laborious fireworks amid the clanking and swishing of faucets.

Ron and Harry described the Cannons' brilliant results last season, while calculating how many opponents it would have to defeat under different circumstances to qualify for this group stage. Percy tried to chat with Anthony about career paths in Muggle Studies, but Mr. Weasley was already asking about the difference between a doorbell and a telephone.

Mrs. Weasley pushed aside the twins, who were surrounding Ginny, and urged her to ask her mother for some more dessert because you're going to need these tomorrow and everyone was starving when they escaped from the Sorting Ceremony. .

They're not really going to hurt me, are they? Ginny asked uneasily, glancing at Anthony.

Anthony smiled at her and said, I can't say. You'll find out tomorrow.

Oh, you don't know, our little sister. Fred looked at Mrs. Weasley's back and whispered, We are already in fourth grade, but we still feel unbearable when we think about having to watch a sorting ceremony this year. Woolen cloth.

Last year I thought we were going to lose Ron - not that we couldn't bear it, George added sarcastically, but we don't want to lose you, Ginny.

Ginny looked at Ron pleadingly, but Ron and Harry were so busy chatting that he didn't notice her look at all. Ginny looked at Harry next to Ron and blushed again.

Shut up, Fred, George. Don't bother Ginny. Percy said domineeringly. You're scaring her.

Fred gasped dramatically.

I'm sorry, dear prefect. He took off his hat, We will never dare again. Don't you, George?

George said: Since your Excellency has spoken...

I'm telling you, I'm not afraid! Ginny suddenly screamed, her eyes widened and her voice trembling. Ron told me how to fight the troll!

Ron poked his head out from the artillery team's broom configuration discussion and asked blankly: Huh? What's wrong?

…

They all got up early the next day, but still spent a lot of time on packing toiletries, packing quilts, and counting luggage.

Fred and George inadvertently placed Elon's birdcage near Scabbers, and Ron immediately accused them of murder. Mrs. Weasley asked them to stop arguing irritably while she helped Ginny find her umbrella.

Percy sat on top of his suitcase, trying to push the quilt under it. Harry was doing something similar, his face turned red from holding back—Mrs. Weasley had given him a set of pillows, quilts, and sheets, and he seemed to not want to throw them away.

Lockhart alone has seven books! Ron complained. Does he know how much space this takes up?

His suitcase clicked shut in Anthony's hands.

Anthony glanced at Harry and realized that he had almost stuffed everything in, so he changed direction and waved his wand to shrink Fred and George's textbooks and quilts.

By the time everyone had packed up, the sun was already high in the sky. They threw their luggage into the trunk - including two owls - and climbed into the car. Scabbers, the Wraith Mouse, and the Ginger Cat were given the privilege of sitting in the car with them.

Mr. Weasley started the car. Anthony looked at his watch and said comfortingly: There is still a lot of time, Arthur.

…

They encountered many inexplicable situations on the road.

Within ten minutes of starting, the engine stalled. Mr. Weasley got out of the car and checked several times (Didn't you tell me how well it flew that day?), and finally convinced Mrs. Weasley and decided to press the stealth thruster (You can't let it fly. Ginny was late on the first day.), and the car miraculously started again.

By the time they were almost on the highway, the tires had exploded twice. One time it was probably because of a tangle of wire that came out of nowhere, and the other time it was completely confusing. Mrs. Weasley ran out of the car, shielded her wand with her large handbag, and cast the Restoration Charm furtively.

In addition, bird droppings kept falling on their heads, hitting the windshield and blocking Mr. Weasley's view. They had to be the only cars on the sunny highway with their windshield wipers on.

However, even so, they still managed to arrive at King's Cross Station at half past ten. Mr. Weasley found a trolley for carrying luggage, and Anthony and Percy carried the luggage to the trolley. Mrs. Weasley continued to help them cast the levitating spell under the cover of her handbag.

Anthony had never been on the Hogwarts Express.

He trotted along with the others. The train stopped at platform 9 and 3/4. Not only did they need to find the correct wall, but they also had to ensure that they disappeared into the crowd as reasonably as possible. This latter step usually takes a while.

Percy goes first. Mrs. Weasley arranged, Arthur, you take Fred; Henry, please keep an eye on George. She turned to look at Ron and Harry, You two are together, there is no problem Right? I will follow you with Ginny.

Anthony looked around and wondered how people could not notice that there was a group of people with big boxes, owls, and brooms, and that they were passing through the wall one after another.

But if they put a hat generously in front of them and paired it with an accordion or a violin, maybe people would just throw a few coins into it and discuss with their friends whether there is anything wrong with this magic. A place to wear gangs.

We'll have no problem together, Mom, said Fred or George.

No, Mrs. Weasley said sternly, Okay, Arthur, it's your turn.

A large group of travelers passed by them, and there were people everywhere. They had to wait for several more minutes, staring at the clock and watching the second hand go round and round.

Mr. Weasley leaned against the luggage trolley nonchalantly, as if he were waiting for someone. After these people passed by, Mr. Weasley suddenly staggered and pushed the luggage cart away. Then he grabbed one of the twins' sleeves as if he was unsteady. Suddenly, both of them and the luggage cart fell into the brick wall. Inside.

It's your turn, Henry. Mrs. Weasley commanded, Three, two, one, charge!

The other Weasley twin rushed over, but Anthony found it difficult to do so. He always felt that something was watching them, and his brain was reciting the regulations of the Statute of Secrecy in an inappropriate way.

Okay, I'll go first, Mrs. Weasley said, taking Ginny's hand and hurried through the wall.

Anthony took a breath, and that feeling of being watched from under the radar returned. He looked at Harry and Ron. They are looking at themselves from behind the tall luggage.

You guys go through first, don't be late. Anthony said, glanced at the wall clock, and got out of the way, I'll walk behind you.

Then he watched helplessly as the two hit the wall in front of him. Their movement was so loud that everyone nearby looked over, but Anthony stood next to the two overturned children, looking like the most irresponsible adult.

The passengers stopped and talked around them: What's going on? What happened? Is that an owl?

Harry and Ron got up from the ground and packed their overturned luggage. Hedwig jumped angrily up and down in her cage, chirping and yelling. Anthony apologized to the guard who ran over, telling him that they were in a hurry and accidentally hit the wall.

Which platform are you going to? the guard asked, sounding sympathetic. He waved his hand, and the onlookers slowly dispersed, except for turning their heads to look at Hedwig curiously from time to time.

Platform 8, bound for Edinburgh Waverley Railway Station. Anthony said without thinking. This was the station where he took his students to the Botanical Garden. He carefully checked the corresponding train routes.

The guard pointed to the side: That's over there. You'd better hurry up. I remember that the nearest train will leave in five minutes.

Anthony thanked him and turned around to see Ron and Harry tapping on the wall relentlessly.

Have I become a Muggle, Professor Anthony? Ron asked him in disbelief, looking at his hands, Even a squib should be able to pass the platform.

Anthony put his hand on the wall and pushed hard, feeling that the brick under his hand was as cold and solid as any brick should be. But his cat was still lying in his arms, and the emotions of the resentful mouse still echoed in the depths of his mind.

I think it's a problem with the station. Anthony said, looking up at the wall clock, There are still five minutes left. I'm worried that the inside is also sealed, otherwise Arthur and Molly will definitely come out to look for you.

Harry and Ron gritted their teeth and tried pushing the luggage trolley again. Hedwig flapped her wings accusingly.

Okay, it's okay, don't try it. Anthony said easily, Let's find another way. Floo network or Apparition, you can choose whichever you like.

Wha-what?

Anthony took the luggage cart from them and slowly walked out of the station with the two lost little wizards.

Floo or Apparition. He repeated, Don't worry, I'm a professor after all. We have other ways to get to school. Or, I can write a letter to the principal and ask him to take you back by Phoenix. ?”