The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Finally Anthony took them back to his residence and borrowed Hedwig to write a letter to the school. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat on his couch, looking around curiously. Anthony returned to the bedroom, confirmed that the Wraith Chicken was napping in his closet, then closed the door and returned to the guests.

Ron was lying on the windowsill, looking at the chubby goblin statue in the garden next door. The faded thing was carrying a shovel for fun. The flower vines next to it had climbed onto it and were about to poke into its nostrils. The snail crawled slowly on its hat.

The family forgot to prune and water the roses. Harry said with experience, lying next to him.

Do you have that 'heater' thing going on, Henry? Mr. Weasley asked enthusiastically, Why did you seal up the fireplace?

Because I sometimes find myself sleeping in it, and that's when I haven't mastered cleaning it yet.

I don't know, it was probably sealed by the previous tenant. Anthony lied, opening the refrigerator, Well... do you want some frozen pizza?

…

They were playing Monopoly when Professor McGonagall knocked on the door.

Mrs. Weasley is going broke because she keeps walking onto Mr. Weasley's property. Everyone had a glass of orange juice or Coke in front of them, along with gummy candies and chocolate oatmeal cookies. Ron picked up the empty potato chip bag and looked hard inside.

Professor McGonagall nodded towards Anthony who opened the door and walked in with a serious face: Potter, Weasley——

All three Weasleys looked up at her. Mr. Weasley was struggling to chew five green gummy bears because Anthony told him that each color tasted different.

He swallowed them all with a gulp. Anthony felt his throat was stuck.

Professor Dumbledore has received your letter. Professor McGonagall continued calmly, But he can't get away for the time being, so he asked me to take a look at the situation. Unfortunately, we don't know why you can't board. platform, but I’m glad you can think of asking the professor for help…”

It's like we have a choice. Ron thought he whispered to Harry, The professor was standing behind us. What can we do? Get on your Nimbus 2000 and run away, and then chase him all the way. Fly back by train?

Harry had a look that said he thought that was cool too.

Professor McGonagall glanced at them, and both Ron and Harry immediately became serious.

Anyway, Professor McGonagall glanced at the potato chips, soda drinks, and games. Mrs. Weasley's face turned slightly red. It doesn't look like you were harmed. We are applying for the emergency portkey, and if we can't get it Approved... She glanced at Anthony.

Anthony took the words knowingly: I will contact Honeydukes and borrow their fireplace, passing through the Floo Network from the Leaky Cauldron.

Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, declined the invitation of orange juice and sofa, took one last look at the Monopoly board, turned and left.

…

Fortunately, they quickly obtained proof of permission to use the portkey. Professor Flitwick appears at the door and turns a teapot into a portkey.

Mrs. Weasley gave Ron and Harry a final hug and promised them that she would send them presents at Christmas.

They cleared the kitchen for Anthony and left - Mr Weasley took three packs of gummies - and then Anthony, Harry, Ron and Professor Flitwick put their hands on their teacups. Harry, Ron and Anthony were all carrying their own suitcases, the ginger cat hooked tightly on his shoulder, while Professor Flitwick helped hold the empty birdcage, holding Harry's broomstick under his arm.

Three, two, one - Professor Flitwick said sharply.

Then, Anthony felt an invisible hook suddenly grab his belly button and pull it forward. The surrounding scenery rotated, but not like when Apparating. His fingers were firmly sucked on the tea cup, and being pulled by it, the solid tile floor of the kitchen seemed to disappear, and his ears were filled with the sound of howling wind. The cat's claws were firmly embedded in his shoulders, and the resentful mouse clung to him desperately.

The next second, he suddenly fell to the ground. This was the staff room of Hogwarts. Anthony saw the familiar refreshment cabinet, but there was no teapot on the stove. The professors are probably busy preparing for the commencement dinner.

He couldn't help but took a few steps to the side, holding on to the back of the chair to steady himself. The cat jumped on the table and turned to lick his fur.

Two second-year Gryffindors had fallen to the ground. The luggage was overturned, and Ron was clutching Harry's robes, looking dazed and pale. Harry's suitcase hit Ron, and Scabbers let out a shrill scream.

Anthony and Professor Flitwick rushed to pull the two of them up, but someone was one step faster than them.

Oh, good afternoon! Gilderoy Lockhart said with a smile, holding Harry's arm in his hand, Oh, Harry, I really didn't expect to see you here, let alone that you would Dress up like this in school in a unique way. Of course, once people become a little famous, they will feel that they can enjoy some privileges...

Ron lay on the ground with his hands in his pockets and looked up at Lockhart in surprise. Scabbers waited for a while, but without waiting for the master's inspection, he climbed out by following Ron's fingers.

Good afternoon, Gilderoy, said Professor Flitwick, Mr. Potter is in a bit of trouble - why haven't you prepared your commencement speech?

He snatched Harry away from Lockhart almost roughly. Harry rubbed his arms, thankfully.

While Lockhart kept telling Professor Flitwick that he always gave impromptu speeches, Anthony quickly led them out of the staff room.

Look at Lockhart's posture, you were almost put on the forehead by him to attend the dinner party. Ron said, In addition to mother and Ginny, there must be a large number of people who want to see that scene. It is definitely big news. .

You might as well kill me, Harry said sarcastically. I bet that would be big news too.

Anthony bundled the trio's boxes together and floated behind them. They arrived earlier than the Hogwarts Express, and there wasn't a single student in the school. In the hall, the long tables of each college have been decorated, the candles floating in the air have not yet been lit, the blue sky and white clouds are displayed on the ceiling, and it is an extremely sunny day outside.

That's Hagrid! Ron said, pointing out the window. Hagrid was busy in the vegetable garden, and Fang was lying next to him, sticking out his tongue and gasping for air.

Harry also became happy and waved to Hagrid indoors. But Hagrid was concentrating on mixing the powder into the fertilizer and didn't see them.

It wasn't until they reached the Gryffindor Tower that they remembered a question. They don't know this year's password yet.

Let us in. Harry and Ron begged the portrait of the Fat Lady at the door of the dormitory. The prefect hasn't had time to tell us the password yet.

Oh, I wish I could help you, but I can't. The fat lady said, covering her mouth and yawning.

Honeyeater. Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly came from behind them, I'm looking for you, Henry. You two, go in quickly. Don't miss the sorting ceremony. She looked at Ron's messy T-shirt, He pursed his lips and said, Remember to change your robes.

The Fat Lady stepped aside, revealing the hole leading to the Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron immediately climbed in with their luggage.

…

Professor McGonagall walked slowly down the stairs with him, telling him that Professor Bubbaji wanted to focus more on the Muggle Protection Act, and asked him if he would like to be in charge of the fourth-year and fourth-year students he was already familiar with. In addition to fifth grade students, one additional grade will be taught in the new school year.

Which grade? Anthony asked.

He knew that the Muggle Protection Act had been met with relatively strong opposition recently (Mr. Weasley was convinced that this meant his opponents were afraid), and he could imagine that Professor Bubbaji would be busy throughout the year.

According to several hastily written letters that Professor Bubbaji had sent him before, she was working hard to become a special advisor to the Wizengamot, hoping to ensure as much as possible the effectiveness of the Muggle Protection Act in its execution and sentencing. She's probably not even in school right now.

She thought you did a good job teaching third grade students last semester... Professor McGonagall said.

Anthony thought for a while and agreed: Yes, but does the class schedule need to be rearranged? I remember that Caridi's and I's teaching time overlaps.

Yes, that's right. Professor McGonagall said, sighing slightly, It would be great if the professor could also use the time turner...

Time turner?

Oh, there is an instrument owned by the Ministry of Magic that can turn back time. Professor McGonagall said, We will help model students apply for time turners to ensure that they can take many courses at the same time.

Anthony stopped. He asked in disbelief: What?

As you know, our course schedules often overlap, and it is difficult for students to choose all subjects at the same time... Professor McGonagall said nonchalantly, turning to look at the scene outside the gate, Someone needs to remind Hagrid to pick him up at the station. Grade 1 students.”

She strode out of the castle gate, and Anthony had to follow her, asking, Is there a magic instrument that can reverse time?

I think so, but I haven't used it myself. Professor McGonagall said, her green satin robe fluttering in the sun. It's something made by the Department of Mysteries. They won't allow the professor to use it... No , I don’t know why, Henry.”

Anthony confirmed with her: But students will use it to choose many courses at the same time. The principle is to reverse time.

Yes. Professor McGonagall looked at him, frowning slightly, Why do you have such an expression, Henry?

Anthony said hesitantly, Well... maybe it's because I have a muggle brain that's screaming 'Why isn't time linear' and 'What's the difference between this and using Rama as a taxi?'

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, looking like she didn't understand what Anthony was talking about.

Oh, Minerva, you wizard brain. Anthony said with emotion.

Is that a Muggle insult to wizards? Professor McGonagall asked with interest. Should I throw my gloves to the ground and challenge you to a duel? - Hagrid, just remind you, you need to go Pick up students at the train station.”

Hagrid slapped his head, leaving a huge muddy handprint on his forehead - Anthony secretly hoped that it was not dragon dung.

Good afternoon, Hagrid, said Anthony, and, no, that's not an insult, Minerva.

Ouch, I almost forgot! Hagrid shouted, What time is it now? I need to hurry up... Fang! Thank you, Professor McGonagall!

Together they watched Hagrid strode to the Black Lake, bent down and washed his hands. The giant squid scooped up water with his shoe and splashed it towards Hagrid.

…

Before the sorting ceremony began, the hall was filled with the buzz of conversation. Night has fallen, and thousands of candles are burning in the sky, complementing the stars on the high ceiling. The students who returned to school sat at the long tables in their colleges and shared their vacation experiences with their friends with smiles on their faces.

After Anthony sat down, he regretted it within a few moments.

He knew why no one had chosen this position: Lockhart was sitting to his right, Professor Trelawney to his left.

Lockhart was describing the snowdrops he found during his adventure in the snowy mountains with Professor Sprout.

Of course I won't take credit for this, but when I left the snow mountain, the mountain was already covered with snowdrops... Recently someone told me that the locals regarded it as a holy place... I specially prepared several kinds of Fertilizer may have played a minor role...

Oh, really, Gilderoy? said Professor Sprout. For the first time, Anthony heard a hint of impatience in her tone, but Lockhart was completely unaware and continued to talk.

Professor Trelawney looked at the students below and muttered something about tragedy, misfortune and extreme joy brings sorrow.

Which subject are you a professor of? Lockhart suddenly turned to Anthony, showing his bright teeth.

Anthony glanced at Professor Sprout warily. She was drinking a glass of pumpkin juice and giving him a look of pity and helplessness.

Anthony said: Henry Anthony, Muggle Studies.

Oh, Muggle Studies! Lockhart exclaimed. I'm Gilderoy Lockhart - I bet you already know that, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor - I bet you already know that too. Well, fame is so tiring. Sometimes people already know me clearly before I even introduce myself... However, I understand that this is actually the love of readers.

Um……

Do you like reading, Professor Anthony? Lockhart asked enthusiastically. I always think that people can learn a lot from books, sometimes even better than personal experience. After all, reading a book Wandering with Werewolves It only takes a few hours - but a lot of people tell me they read it over and over again, so it's definitely more than that - but how many people actually have the time and ability to live with a werewolf for a few years?

Someone snorted behind them. Anthony and Lockhart turned back together and saw Snape walking past them with a sneer, heading towards the empty seat to Dumbledore's right.

Aha, Professor Snape! Lockhart said with a smile, obviously having heard about Snape's unswerving enthusiasm for this position, I know, I know, you must be thinking, this Lockhart obviously You have already become a famous adventurer, why do you still come to Hogwarts to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Tsk tsk, I beg you not to think of me too superficially. I have always believed-

Good evening, Professor Lockhart, Snape said, interrupting Lockhart's rambling, Good evening, Professor Anthony.

Anthony ignored Snape. Professor Sprout gave him a surprised look, and Snape turned away without a word.

Lockhart winked at Anthony affectionately: You don't have to be like this, Professor Anthony. I'm not angry - if I were to be angry with everyone who was jealous of me, then I wouldn't have to live my life. No. , I'm not that stupid, am I? But, it seems like you must have read my book, right?

Anthony had to admit: I did see it, but...

Excellent! Lockhart said with a bright smile, I knew it! Then I definitely don't have to repeat it to you. I said it in Chapter 12 of Wandering with Werewolves that I think the most The perfect birthday gift is for all magical and non-magical people to get along in harmony!

No offense, Professor Anthony, but I would say that I am a Muggle studies expert. However, as I said in the interview two years ago, I deliberately do not use the word 'Muggle', but ' 'non-magic', to express my attitude. What do you think, Professor Anthony - oh, can I call you Henry?