The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The good news is, the dragon doesn't look very grumpy. It just licked the blades of grass bloodthirstyly. It was as skinny as a stick, and its white eyes looked extremely cold.

Anthony took a few cautious steps forward, hoping to see how big it was. The creature lifted its nose, sniffed him, shook its head - its long mane swaying in the air - and then, to Anthony's surprise, stood up.

It turned out that it had been lying down before. Then, it slowly walked out, snoring, revealing its horse-like long legs and body, and its leather-textured jet-black wings opened and closed with its breathing.

Anthony looked at it in confusion, recalling descriptions of magical creatures he had read. Since he was tracking an animal with yellow eyes, the white-eyed dragon or horse—whatever it was—must have been quickly passed over by him.

At this moment, Hagrid's voice came from the path in the Forbidden Forest next to him: Ya Ya, what's wrong - Ouch, Henry!

Hagrid strode out of the Forbidden Forest, carrying a crate dripping with blood. The big hunting dog Yaya ran ahead, threw Anthony to the ground, breathed in his ear, and licked his forehead and hair wet.

Okay, okay, Fang. Anthony said with difficulty, scratching its head. Fang barked affectionately, and the strange horse calmly moved to the side and began to lick the crate in Hagrid's hand again.

If I had known, I would have left some meat for you. Hagrid patted the strange horse's black head like a fire dragon and said to it in a familiar tone, I brought a whole deer to Aragog.

Anthony finally pushed Yaya away and stood up. He patted the grass clippings on his robe and asked, What... uh, who is this?

This is Wuwu, Hagrid introduced. It's the first Thestral born in the Forbidden Forest.

Oh... Thestrals. Anthony said, still not remembering what it was. To be fair, if a big dog is barking, circling you, and trying to lick your face, you can be forgiven for forgetting any knowledge.

Yes, very smart, and very rare. Hagrid said proudly, opening the lid of the wooden crate and letting Wu Wu stick his ugly head in to sniff. This is probably the only group of tamed night creatures in the UK. Qi, I discovered their living habits...

Anthony stared at Thestral's skinny body, pressed Yaya's head down, and asked, Did you just say 'rare' and 'a group'?

Yes. Hagrid said nonchalantly, They are very capable and can help the school pull the carriage.

Wu Wu found that the box was really empty, snorted dissatisfied, spread out his wings and shook them.

Anthony suddenly remembered: I remember the book said they are invisible?

Hagrid said: That's true for some people, Henry. Only those who have seen death can see the Thestral. His black beetle-like eyes rarely looked at Anthony seriously, but he did not ask why Anthony could see.

Ah... okay. Anthony said, extending his hand in front of Yeqi.

Yeqi looked at him quietly for a while with her white eyes, then lowered her head and put her head on the palm of his hand. Its smooth, bone-and-fur head had no warmth, like a pebble covered in satin... like a skeleton covered in a shroud.

But it was a living thing, and Anthony could hear its slight breathing. Its nostrils opened and closed not far from his chest, spraying the breeze onto his body. Then, it took a few steps back, shook its head with a purr, spread its bat-like wings silently, and flew away.

…

When Antony returned to the castle, it was just in time for supper. The auditorium was filled with candlelight and bustle, with pointed black wizard hats everywhere, and golden plates filled with mountains of food.

He walked to the staff table and happened to see Kevin Jones getting himself a large plate of roast beef and two bowls of ice cream. Kevin was talking loudly with his classmates: The Sorting Hat asked me to choose between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. I asked it what the advantages and disadvantages of each house are.

What did the Sorting Hat say? His classmates asked curiously, and several young faces nearby turned to Kevin.

Kevin took another egg tart for himself and carefully placed it on the edge of the plate so that it wouldn't touch the shiny sauce of the roast beef.

It told me that both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff could find like-minded friends. Kevin said seriously, Then I asked it who would be my dean. I want the one with the patch. The smiling witch in the hat was the Headmistress. So I came to Hufflepuff.

Professor McGonagall is really serious. His classmates commented, And she deducted points right after the semester started!

Anthony looked up. Hourglasses from the four houses hung on the walls, with slightly fewer rubies belonging to Gryffindor - perhaps because Professor McGonagall had kept her promise and deducted points from the Weasley twins.

The students were still talking behind him.

But shapeshifting is so cool.

Cool, but so hard.

…

After Anthony sat down, he filled his plate with pea shoots and roasted chicken. Professor Bubaji sat next to him, his hair a little messy from running around, but his face was radiant.

Good evening, Caredi. How are you doing? Anthony asked.

Professor Bubaji started to smile when he sat next to her. At this time, he could no longer suppress the smile on his face and said happily: Great! I think about half a month later...October at the latest , you will have heard that the Wizengamot has a special adviser in Muggle Studies.

That's great! Anthony said, Your hard work is worth it.

I think so too. Professor Bubaji nodded. I'm finally getting through it! This summer is really tough - there are a few old guys who insist on saying that I don't have enough qualifications. I would like to know how many people in Muggle Studies My personal qualifications are deeper than mine; that idiot Fudge was led by Malfoy, and asked a few gold galleons to get rid of him; and Umbridge, that dominatrix, she actually said that I wanted to be a consultant just to make Hogg Watts has a greater political voice in the wizarding world.

She was cutting a steak, cutting hard with each sentence.

I can imagine someone being frightened by this speculation. Professor McGonagall, sitting on the other side of her, said, nodding towards her. Congratulations, Caredi.

Oh, speaking of which, Professor Bubbaji chuckled, Ms. Bones said she couldn't see why the Wizengamot should reject me, and the reason related to the Hogwarts teaching position was even more ridiculous, because Everyone knew who the chief magician was... In front of everyone, she put her hand on my shoulder and knocked directly on the door of the minister's office... You can't imagine Fudge's face, Minerva. She is really Well done.”

A smile flashed across Professor McGonagall's tense face.

We can have a small celebration in the staff room then. Anthony said, Not to celebrate you becoming a special advisor to the Wizengamot - to be honest, that's what they should be celebrating - but to congratulate you for wanting to What was set out to be accomplished was accomplished.”

Congratulate me on returning to school, Henry. By the way, I also want to thank you for sharing my teaching duties.

It's not worth mentioning. Anthony clinked glasses with her and drank the pumpkin juice in the glass.

Professor Bubaji asked with concern: How are the students doing this school year?

The fourth and fifth graders are all acquaintances, Anthony said. The fifth graders are facing O.W.L., but I looked at last year's test questions and I have more confidence in them. If nothing else, at least they will not be lower than the average score. .

Professor Bubagi glared at him: The average grade requirement is too low. What about the third grade?

Well, as for third grade—Minerva, she didn't drop out of class, right?

Professor McGonagall almost immediately realized who Anthony was talking about. She shook her head: No.

Who? Professor Bubaji asked curiously.

Caridi, you probably didn't expect this... On the first day of school, a third-year Slytherin went to Minerva to adjust his class schedule. He gave up Divination and chose Muggle Studies. Anthony said, Looking at Professor Bubaji's expression, he couldn't help laughing and said almost ostentatiously, Tracy Davis, her brother is also my student.

…

Anthony walked into the classroom and immediately spotted Tracy. She was the only Slytherin in a class full of Gryffindors. Everyone else was chatting and laughing enthusiastically, but she was the only one sitting in the corner, with no tablemates and no one talking to her.

Hello everyone, Anthony said briskly, walking quickly behind the podium.

The conversation died down, but didn't stop.

Welcome to choose Muggle Studies. Anthony said, I am Henry Anthony. If nothing else, I will be your Muggle Studies professor this academic year.

A lively student answered: What if there is an accident?

I will be very sad. Anthony smiled, I don't know why you all chose Muggle Studies, but I must declare in advance that I am not responsible for the grading of O.W.L and N.E.W.T.

You may have heard that this class has no homework, no points deductions, and outdoor practice. All these descriptions... Anthony paused deliberately and was satisfied to find that the classroom was quiet and everyone was there. Staring at him, It's all real.

A smile of satisfaction, expectation and a little bit of embarrassment broke out on the student's face.

Anthony also smiled: But - yes, unfortunately, there is a but - this does not mean that this course has no standards. I want to believe that when you choose this course, you at least have Some curiosity. And my goal and expectation is that when you are in fifth grade, or even seventh grade, you will not lose these curiosity and goodwill when you are facing the review of O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts exams.

These thirteen- and fourteen-year-old children looked up at him with somewhat confused expressions. Anthony knew it was too soon to tell them this, so he quickly changed the subject.

Okay, that's it for my self-introduction. Now it's your turn - I'm looking forward to hearing who you are and why you chose this course. By the way, 'I want to get a certificate' was the reason last year It’s already been seen, but feel free to reuse it.”

He pulled out an empty chair from behind the desk, sat in the aisle, and looked at the students on his right.

The Gryffindor girl said confidently: I am Katie Bell, Professor Anthony. I am a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and Angelina is my good friend. She, Frey Both De and George said the course was worth taking, so I decided to give it a try.”

Anthony smiled at her: Thank you, Miss Bell, and thank them for their recommendation. I hope you will not be disappointed.

He turned to the girl next to Katie.

I'm Katie's friend, she said slyly. She wanted me to pretend that I was particularly interested, but really she just didn't want to walk from the dormitory to the classroom alone.

Katie sighed loudly: Please, Leni!

…

When it was Tracy's turn, everyone seemed a little excited and curious. They had been secretly glancing in Tracy's direction when they introduced themselves, observing her reaction, as if they were expecting her to suddenly turn into a pink elephant.

The elephant stood up and said calmly, I'm Tracy Davis, and I take classes because I want to.

But, you are a Slytherin. The boy sitting closest to her said in disbelief, Why would you want to choose Muggle Studies?

Tracy glanced at him, said nothing, and sat down. The boy's face turned red instead, and he opened his mouth not knowing what else to say. His deskmate hit him hard on the ribs with his elbow, and his mouth shut.

Katie told the person next to her quite understandingly: Her surname is Davis, she is probably the younger sister of Ravenclaw's backup chaser. She gestured with her neck and hissed a few times. Voice.

This time no one had any doubts.

…

However, Anthony still kept Tracy after class. The third-year Gryffindor students packed up their things and walked out of the classroom together. Before leaving, they invariably looked back at the Slytherin.

The midday sun shines on the windowsill, making it a bit dazzling. Tracy sat in her seat and watched every classmate leave.

After the last Gryffindor slowly left, Anthony closed the classroom door and walked across from Tracy.

Thank you for taking this course, Miss Davis, he said. I feel I should tell you that you are the first Slytherin student to take this course in more than twenty years.

I guess it's an honor, Tracy said quietly.

Depends on how you look at it. Anthony said, sitting down. But, I don't want you to be under too much pressure because of this choice...

Tracy interrupted: No, Professor, I'm not under any pressure.

Anthony looked at her carefully. Her complexion was still a little pale, but it was much better than before. In fact, she was even full of energy.

Ah, okay. Anthony said with some confusion and decided not to ask further questions.

However, Tracey smiled: It's easy, Professor. You have been giving extra points to the other three houses last school year. I told the prefect that someone from our house should also go to the Muggle Studies class to help Slater. Add a few more gems to Lin’s hourglass.”

Anthony was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head and said, A very clever reason, Miss Davis, but I won't give you any points for this ingenious way of selecting classes... I look forward to giving points to Slytherin in Muggle Studies. that day.