The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

As Lockhart spoke, he waved his wand in beautiful patterns in the air. Anthony tried to stop him.

Malfoy stood up on the broom and tried to escape, but the Weasley twins reacted before the Slytherin players. They immediately picked up Malfoy one on the left and one on the right, half dragging and half dragging him to Loha. In front of special.

Lockhart smiled handsomely, and then a huge sound drowned out Anthony's Professor Lockhart——.

Amidst the gasps from everyone, Malfoy's neck swelled up strangely, and the collar of the Quidditch team's robe was tightly wrapped around it, and his face was livid with pain. The next second, he vomited Wow, and a large group of slugs rushed out of his mouth. Even the Slytherin players couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Hagrid said nonchalantly: By the way, just spit it out.

Malfoy couldn't hold up the broom and knelt on the ground again, vomiting one after another until he couldn't stand up straight. The gray-haired little boy exclaimed in disgust and surprise, and took a lot of photos.

No, Hagrid, it's not a problem with slugs now. Anthony said, watching Malfoy cough weakly twice and seemed to spit out all the slugs, but Malfoy's neck was still piled up one after another. Falling softly on his shoulders.

He was like a snowman built by a cautious child. For fear of his head falling off, he piled a cart full of snow between his head and shoulders, so that from a distance it looked suspiciously like a straw pile.

But under the robe, his body was still thin and small, and his pointed chin looked weird and ridiculous against such a neck. He had been lowering his head until now, and Anthony now discovered that the corner of his mouth was cracked, and the left cheekbone was blue and purple.

Anthony said, Please stop taking pictures. Would anyone like to see Madam Pomfrey? Professor Lockhart? He glared at Lockhart as hard as he could, hoping he could be more like Professor McGonagall.

Gee, Draco, said Lockhart, not looking at Anthony, why are you trying to hold them in? If you hadn't tried to lock them all in your belly and mouth, they wouldn't have grown in size. Your throat. But the most important thing is that you are no longer vomiting. Please remember this. Okay, now you can go to Madam Pomfrey and ask her to give you... um... adjustments Check the size of your neck.

He walked briskly.

Anthony remained on the pitch, dealing with the slugs and Gryffindor students that were gradually crawling away on the lawn. Malfoy seemed to be a little exhausted from vomiting, but Hagrid picked him up easily - Malfoy was red with humiliation, and from time to time there were a few slow-moving slugs falling off his robes. It crashed onto the court with a thud - the Slytherin players followed behind, glaring at the passing students to prevent them from following.

Ladies and gentlemen, Anthony asked, brushing off yet another slug as it slithered past, can someone please tell me what's going on?

I don’t know who laughed first, and soon the Quidditch pitch was filled with the cheerful laughter of the Gryffindors. Hermione suppressed a smile on her lips, trying to remind them that they might be punished for this, but Ron said loudly, I don't care, he deserves it! He called you that!

Harry said: Professor Anthony, Malfoy scolded Hermione and everyone was so angry——

I wanted to beat him, Fred continued, wiping his nosebleed, but Flint stood in Malfoy's way.

I beat Miles Blige, George said triumphantly, just to give him back the kick he had last year.

Neville clenched his fists excitedly, turning over and over to Ron on the left and Wood on the right: I hit Malfoy! Right in the stomach! Three punches! And one punch in the face - I originally wanted to punch Malfoy in the nose, but It seems I missed it! There was a large scratch on his forehead, but he didn't seem to care.

He called me 'Mudblood,' Professor Anthony. Hermione said bravely. I don't know what that means, but it certainly doesn't mean anything nice...

That's very vicious, Angelina said, putting her hand on Hermione's shoulder. Don't listen to it. Don't believe it.

Ron explained to Harry and Hermione: That's a word specifically used to insult Muggle-born people, meaning dirty blood. You know what those so-called pure-blood wizards keep saying over and over again. Humph, you want me Said, slugs might be cleaner than him...

Anthony looked down at them, not knowing what to do. On the one hand, he didn't want to encourage them to fight violence with violence, but on the other hand, he found it difficult to punish them because he knew what Mudblood meant.

In the end, he just said: Professors McGonagall and Professor Snape will know about this. At the same time, he was relieved that he was not the head of Gryffindor or Slytherin.

…

Neither Professor McGonagall nor Snape had much reaction to the news.

In fact, Anthony drank and chatted with Hagrid that day, and Hagrid told him that what happened today was also happening five years ago, ten years ago, fifteen years ago, and twenty years ago.

Those people have made chaos in the wizarding world. Hagrid was drunk and said angrily, waving his hands, Pure blood... nonsense... I have long said that the Malfoy family are all Death Eaters. Others People know it... everyone knows it, but no one can catch them. That brainless guy Fudge...

I'm a little worried about Arthur. Anthony said, You know, he had some trouble with Malfoy because of the Muggle Protection Act, and now his sons have sent Mr. Malfoy to the school hospital. .I'm afraid Lucius Malfoy won't be particularly happy to hear this news.

Hagrid said worriedly: You are right, Henry, Lucius Malfoy will definitely come to the school in a rage. He will make Ron and the others expelled.

He doesn't have the power.

But Hagrid looked even more worried: No, Henry, in fact he can. He is a member of the Hogwarts school board, and the board can even appoint the principal. He sighed heavily and smashed a large bottle of brandy On the table, Another drink, Henry!

Anthony returned to the castle in a daze - careful not to make any noise as he passed Lockhart's door - and then woke up from his sleep at night, went to the half-open window, touched the sill and fell asleep together. cat and mouse.

The sky outside the window was cloudy, with purple and white lightning rolling in the clouds. The wind blew the curtains continuously, and the raindrops pattered on the windowsill, and then fell along the window eaves and the cat's tail onto the bed, soaking Anthony's quilt cold and heavy.

He thought of Hagrid's words again, and then the reactions of the two deans. He vaguely thought that Professor McGonagall said well beaten and Snape said Gryffindor lost ten points for beating a classmate, or something similar. Professor McGonagall seemed to be sitting at the same table in the common room as Snape, drinking tea. He couldn't tell for a moment whether this was really his memory or if he had another strange dream.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the wet ground, the woods, and the distant mountains. Anthony seemed to see a wet owl flapping its wings vigorously and flying into the distance. He closed the window tightly, moved away the wet part of the bed, and fell asleep again.

…

Although Hagrid said that Madam Pomfrey cured Draco Malfoy immediately (some skin-tightening potion or something), the next day Anthony heard that Malfoy was at school After sleeping in the hospital for a night, he still refused to leave the ward. Malfoy lay groaning in bed, saying that his throat hurt terribly.

The news, surprisingly, came from Wood.

On Sunday morning, Fred and George complained that their captain had rehearsed new tactics as soon as Anthony left, practicing until one o'clock in the afternoon before letting anyone go to lunch. They didn't expect that today's Quidditch training would be so early in the morning again.

At this time, Wood enthusiastically delivered a mobilization speech to the entire Gryffindor long table: Boys and girls, this is an unprecedented time. Slytherin's seeker has not yet adjusted with the team. Just stay in bed. They have Nimbus 2001, so what? We have the most diligent and hard-working players, and the most united will. We are the best team in Gryffindor in so many years. As long as there are people Can I give that Seeker of Slytherin a few more punches...

Wood! Professor McGonagall shouted sternly from the staff table.

Yeah, a few punches aren't enough, Fred agreed.

We need something that Madam Pomfrey can't easily cure, George said.

Shut up, you two. Wood said, Where did I go... By the way, as long as Slytherin's Seeker can continue to miss their training...

…

His wish soon came true. The little gray-haired boy with the camera, Colin Creevey, developed the photos. Soon, the whole school saw Draco Malfoy with a neck as swollen as a turkey and slugs pouring out of his mouth.

Malfoy lay in the hospital room, refusing to be visited by anyone. Anthony tried to talk to him, but he pretended that he was seriously injured and used this as an excuse to take time off and stop all his studies.

Lockhart became a hero in the eyes of some students. They made copies of Malfoy's picture and asked Lockhart to sign it. Lockhart readily agreed, which made people admire his courage even more.

Think about those adventures, think about the books he wrote, how could Professor Lockhart not know what the correct spell is. They said, He just wanted to punish Malfoy. Do you remember? He said But he must devote all his strength to destroying the dark forces, and at the same time, what he hates most is all discrimination!

Lucius Malfoy protested to the school board and the Ministry of Magic, saying that the Weasley family did not educate their children well and that Hogwarts allowed students to fight.

The Daily Prophet also reported this matter, but it did not seem to be his instruction, because Professor Sprout told Anthony that Lucius Malfoy rushed to the newspaper office and printing house that morning and asked them to do whatever they wanted. , withdraw this manuscript immediately.

too late. As Professor Sprout spoke, Anthony had a newspaper in his hand.

“Recently, a disturbing incident occurred at Hogwarts. A 12-year-old second-year student was collectively bullied by multiple senior students. Photos of the student while being bullied were even circulated among the students for fun.

It is deeply disturbing that, apart from attempts by Slytherin's Head of House, Severus Snape, to protest, the school takes no appropriate action against students involved in bullying classmates. Even more worryingly, the school refuses to provide any form of education or punishment to the perpetrators.

An insider who did not want to be named told the author: 'Those students who bully others have always been lawless in school and violated school rules many times. Especially for the Weasley children, this was just one of the many times they bullied their classmates, but it had all been covered up as pranks before. ’

In addition, there are reports that more than one professor was involved in the bullying incident. Hogwarts has become a fertile ground for violence and crime, rather than a pure place for learning and growth. The tolerance and neglect of this behavior at Hogwarts is unacceptable.

One concerned mother said: 'I implore the Ministry of Magic to take immediate action to address this issue and prevent any further incidents of bullying. Our children deserve a safe learning environment and it is our responsibility to ensure this fundamental right is upheld. ’”

After reading it, Anthony asked in surprise: Isn't this the instruction of Mr. Lucius Malfoy?

No, it's not. Professor Bubbaji said, she was also immersed in reading this article. Although it is very similar, if it was written by Malfoy, he would definitely mention Mr. Weasley and the Muggle Protection Act , and then said that the Weasley family is bullying other wizards, elevating the status of Muggles, and is a traitor to wizards.

Professor Flitwick also helped him analyze: Lucius Malfoy will only let the matter stay in the Ministry of Magic and the school board, and will not publish it in newspapers for public viewing, especially not mention those photos. He just asked us to collect all the photos.

Anthony said confused: Then who is this?

I don't know, maybe it's Fudge. Professor Bubbaji said, He seems to be unhappy that I joined the Wizengamot... He feels that our principal has too much power. Maybe he also wants to be a headmaster.

No matter what the professors guessed, most people believed that this was a report sent by the Malfoy family.

Ron, Fred and George received a letter from Mrs. Weasley (Fortunately, we thought it was a howler letter.), and she just calmly scolded them for being too impulsive after hearing that it was the Malfoys. .

Mr. Weasley also sent a letter to Anthony, telling him that he had not been having a good time in the Ministry recently because people always looked at him with inquiring eyes, but he could not write on his forehead My son hit Malfoy. . But his tone seemed high-spirited and somewhat proud.

Neville Longbottom's grandmother also wrote to him.

Oh my god, my grandma is so angry. Neville opened the letter and read. She said they should write me in the report.