The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 191 Lockhart Coconut Sorbet and...uh, dragon?

During the sorting ceremony, Anthony didn't even have the energy to pay attention to what song the Sorting Hat sang. Lockhart kept whispering beside him, telling him about his ups and downs at school. Professor Sprout tried to save his ears, telling Lockhart that it was tradition to keep quiet during Sorting ceremonies, but with little success.

Of the two freshmen he knew, Kevin Jones was sorted into Hufflepuff, while Ginny Weasley, like her brothers, went into Gryffindor. Harry, Ron and Hermione all clapped for Ginny, who blushed so much that she almost tripped over her chair as she sat down.

Anthony took a few meat-and-potato pies, and for the first time they didn't taste that good. He wonders if the dinner would have been more enjoyable without someone describing the ghouls as “slimy, wet, smelling of mold and putrefaction.”

He couldn't help admiring Lockhart's literary prowess in annoyance, because now he really felt like all the food in front of him had been licked by a ghoul.

Henry, would you like some custard tart? Professor McGonagall asked from a distance, looking at them from the edge of Professor Sprout's pointed wizard hat.

Of course, Minerva, thank you, Anthony said, feeling like he couldn't take a bite.

Oh my God, custard tarts, Lockhart said. When I see them, I can't help but think of the days when I was on holiday with my dominatrix in Lithuania...

Just then, Dumbledore stood up. Only then did Anthony notice that most of the people seemed to have eaten and drank enough - except for himself, Lockhart and Professor Sprout.

Professor Sprout was stabbing roast beef with his fork, his expression cold. Anthony dared to say she heard the ghoul creeping slowly across the kitchen, too.

Just like last semester, Dumbledore reminded students to abide by the school rules: do not enter the Forbidden Forest, do not use magic in the corridors, and do not attack opponents during Quidditch matches. Finally, he said: In addition, please allow me to show you the changes in the teaching staff this year. We are pleased to welcome Professor Lockhart, who will teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts.

There was a burst of polite applause in the auditorium. Lockhart stood up, waved gracefully and bowed around, smiling warmly.

When he told the teachers and students of the school about his ideals (I told myself, Gilderoy, although you have decided to devote your life to the mission of eradicating the forces of dark magic, helping the little wizard master excellent defense against dark magic will be a key to future magic). The help of the world is immeasurable), Anthony finally breathed a sigh of relief and took some blancmange for himself.

He caught Professor Sprout's eyes under Lockhart's waving arms, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile. Professor Sprout was secretly loading stew onto her plate.

…

Anthony opened the door and was pleased to find that all the students from last semester were in the classroom. Roger was stretching his neck to show his gradually fading scars to his classmates, while Cedric and his classmates were telling interesting stories about their summer vacation trip to Croatia.

Good afternoon, Anthony said, turning and closing the door.

The student replied with a smile: Good afternoon, Professor Anthony.

It's great to see you all again. I hope you all enjoyed a wonderful holiday, Anthony said, placing the lesson plan and coconut sorbet on the podium.

School finally started, and he decided that he would give out more candies this school year. The cats can’t wait to occupy those boxes.

The courses for the fourth grade are more specific than those for the third grade, but we still use the same textbooks. Anthony said, But don't be busy opening the textbooks yet. Since today is the first class of the new semester, let's start with the previous semester. Explain and summarize the knowledge points of the final exam paper. Then, if there is still time left, we can chat casually to see if you have any doubts about what you have learned so far, or if there is anything you want to know.

He took out last semester's third grade test paper from the lesson plan and looked at it: Question 1, if you are talking to the Muggle next to you on the bus and he/she asks about your occupation, you should probably say Which of the following answers should you give more thought to?

First of all, I believe everyone remembers the International Statute of Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy. Among the more important clauses we learned, according to Article 73, the wizarding governing body needs to hide, care for and control all magical animals within its jurisdiction. That includes fire dragons. So, theoretically, you can't tell any Muggle that you're a fire dragon keeper.

Then, yes, you can say you are a reporter, but I don't recommend that you say you are a reporter for the Daily Prophet. Although there are too many newspapers in the Muggle world, most people don't really remember them all. newspaper name, but overall it’s still a risky business.”

Apothecary, and especially Potions Master, is not a generally accepted title for Muggles, even though they might understand what you are talking about. Muggles might think that what you do is... He looked at the student encouragingly.

A Hufflepuff student whispered, Doctor?

The pharmaceutical industry, another student said confidently, that's what my uncle was in. My mother sometimes suspected that he was secretly adding potions to the cauldrons in their factory.

I don't think crucibles are used in the factory. Anthony said thoughtfully, However, regarding the issue of the factory, I think we can leave it to discuss after visiting the chocolate factory. At that time, many students will discuss the textbooks The recurring word 'industrialization' has a more specific understanding.

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Students who answered each question correctly received a piece of coconut sorbet, and their scores were visualized as small shiny pink squares stacked on the desk. However, as people kept lowering their heads and carefully and quickly stuffing a piece into their mouths, the number of sorbets quickly lost its reference meaning.

Anthony finished handing out the coconut sorbet for the last question and closed the test paper: Okay, do you have any questions?

Professor Anthony, I have a question. A Ravenclaw student said, It's not about this final exam, it's just... I've been thinking about this question since the History of Magic exam...

What is it? Anthony asked curiously.

We have always said that wizards and Muggles are both human beings. The student said, But, professor, do Muggles think we are human beings? I was reviewing the history of the witch-hunting era, and then I suddenly thought of this question .If they treat us as humans too, why...

Oh, good question. Anthony smiled at him, First of all, I am happy to note - and I am very willing to agree with you - the subtext of this question is 'human beings should not kill each other'.

But, in my personal opinion, Muggles and wizards don't fight for any other reason than because we are all human beings, because we have similar desires, pains, and ways of thinking about problems.

Muggles and wizards, wizards and Muggles, Muggles and Muggles, wizards and wizards... all have had violent conflicts. After the conflicts, we will all feel sad and try to find ways to prevent such tragedies from happening again.

You-Know-Who and Death Eaters... a student muttered. The people next to her glared at her.

Then, in response to your question, yes, even from the definition of Muggles, wizards and Muggles still belong to the same species. Anthony said, I know that the wizarding world has revised the definition of 'person' many times, but for Muggles Melons, at least for now, generally use a very simple method of identification: reproductive isolation.”

What? the student said confused.

Reproductive isolation. Anthony repeated, writing these two words on the blackboard. To put it simply, Muggles believe that cats are not dogs because cats cannot produce offspring with dogs, especially offspring that can continue to reproduce. . Therefore, any Muggle with a qualified education who sees a child born from the union of a Muggle and a wizard will naturally think that wizards and Muggles are both human beings.

Several students made sounds of disgust, dissatisfied with this method of division that relied purely on reproduction.

Anthony said: For wizards, although they have never used such a standard, when discussing, wizards always instinctively classify Muggles as humans. People have argued about centaurs, mermaids, ghosts, goblins, and goblins. Whether or not they are human, however, no definition has yet been proposed that excludes Muggles entirely from being human.

What is our current definition of human beings? a student asked his deskmate in a low voice.

I forgot, but there must be Muggles, otherwise Muggle-born wizards would have protested long ago. The same tablemate replied in a low voice, Isn't there a Muggle Protection Act recently?

But, Professor Anthony, the student who asked the question continued, the textbook says that Muggles call witches monsters and freaks...

Professor Lockhart told me that Muggle is also a scornful term used by wizards for non-magical people. Anthony said, noticing that several students began to frown when they heard Lockhart's name. I guess this is probably because … People are very good at finding differences, but not particularly good at processing them.”

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After class, Anthony returned to the office with a much lighter coconut sorbet jar. The cat was lying on its side on the cat climbing frame, licking its front paws carefully. The mouse disappeared again. Wraiths have this advantage - they can decide whether they want to become entities.

A letter was lying quietly on his desk, with a golden-red feather next to it.

Anthony quickly opened the letter.

Dumbledore apologized to him in the letter because he had a meeting in France this Saturday and could not go to Anthony's house to continue the experiment on the Wraith Chicken as agreed.

But the good news is that Nico Flamel already knew that the theoretical experiments were unexpectedly successful, and provided more theoretical alchemical instruments and models for this purpose.

Beyond that, Severus claimed to have made quite promising progress in simulating unicorn blood, Dumbledore wrote. I think I did tell him that he might not need it, but he thought it was The subject itself would give him an advantage in selection for the Potions Society's Lifetime Achievement Award.

Even though he understood why Dumbledore mentioned Snape in the letter, Anthony still just thanked Dumbledore for the time and energy he spent on the Wraith Chicken.

As for unicorn blood: I am pleased to have been able to shed some light on Professor Snape's research, but I kindly ask him to add your name, the missing Professor Quirrell, the widely respected Mr. Voldemort, and my name to the acknowledgments. .Hope this will help in his selection.”

He dried the letter, hesitated, and went to the Owlery to mail it.

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It was a clear day and the sun was shining brightly. Looking out from the Owlhouse, you can see many students lying on the lawn reading books. Anthony saw Percy Weasley walking quickly to the Black Lake, gently putting down a notebook next to a girl, and striding away.

Anthony also walked out of the castle, planning to visit Hagrid. Bees were buzzing around among the last flowers, and the path was pleasantly dry and warm. He recognized several of his students, who were gathering together to talk about Nimbus 2001, the latest flying broomstick.

He did not disturb them, but quietly passed behind them. Hagrid's cabin door was locked, and he probably went out with Fang. But there were some traces of blood on his doorstep.

Anthony walked around the house worriedly and stopped in front of the vegetable patch behind the house. On top of the dark green pumpkin vines were a dozen frighteningly large pumpkins, each of which made the local agricultural news, and they looked like they could grow even bigger.

Then he walked back to the door of the cabin, studied the blood stains for a while, and found a few more drops not far away. Soon, he found other blood stains further away.

He followed the blood's guidance and found himself in front of the Forbidden Forest. There is a pool of blood here that has not yet solidified.

Anthony stared at the dark forest for a while, hoping that Hagrid had not introduced some blood-loving people into the Forbidden Forest, such as a happy vampire family.

Just as he was about to leave, the branches in front of him suddenly swayed. The leaves rustled, and then, with the sound of several branches snapping, a dark, lizard-like head poked out from the dark woods. The thing looked at Anthony quietly with its white eyes without pupils, then indifferently stretched out its slender neck with long mane, lowered its head and sniffed the blood on the ground.

It stuck out its tongue and began to lick the dark red blood on the grass blades. Anthony took a few steps forward, and in the shadow of the trees, he could vaguely see the folded, bat-like black wings of the creature. He wasn't sure at first, until the creature spread its wings and shook.

Anthony stared at the spikes at the front of the wings, with only one thought in his mind. Hagrid brought another dragon to the school.