The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

How can they hear us at any time? Anthony whispered, feeling uncomfortable. Every moment? Are they listening to herbal medicine and transfiguration at the same time?

No, Henry, you misunderstood. Dumbledore corrected, If the distance is too far, they can only hear the sentences containing their names conveyed by magic... Coco, he said softly to Coco The disappearing position nodded, as if greeting the elf, And the examples of other elves in Hogwarts are very special.

A portrait of a former principal who was pretending to be asleep suddenly opened his eyes on the wall: I've long said that all those things should be driven away! Their weird looks and weird enthusiasm make me sick!

Anthony looked up at him in surprise.

I don't want to remind you of the consequences of asking all the teachers and students in the school to cook for themselves, or what it's like to have more than a hundred grieving elves crying, but if you don't remember it anymore, I can show you the documents from that time. . Dumbledore said calmly, But thank you for your efforts. You reminded every subsequent headmaster to take elves seriously. Henry, would you like a cup of oatmeal?

Anthony looked down at his reminder, and quickly and carefully pinched the soaked biscuits, looking worriedly at the biscuit crumbs floating in the reddish-brown tea soup in the white porcelain cup.

As if he had not been interrupted, Dumbledore continued the previous topic calmly: When elves belong to the same owner, there is no magic to prevent them from exchanging information. If you have been to the kitchen, you You may know that Hogwarts probably has the most elves in the UK. And in my opinion, Hogwarts is probably one of the most secretive places in the UK.

So Dobby doesn't know that I am the dark wizard. Anthony thought, Sir, who is the owner of the elves at Hogwarts?

Dumbledore smiled and said: It's Hogwarts. It's all the teachers and students of Hogwarts, Henry, but they usually regard the principal as the representative of the school.

You are indeed. Anthony said, Well, I think this reminds me that I can't leave my job easily. After all, they can't reveal the internal secrets of Hogwarts to outsiders, but if I leave my job, I think this rule is about That no longer applies.”

At what point would you consider leaving your job, Henry?

Anthony smiled: I don't know... when Mr. Fudge becomes the principal? If this really happens, please tell me in advance, sir. I need some time to pack my suitcase.

Dumbledore shook his head tolerantly: I'm afraid I will have resigned by then. Fawkes chirped softly on the top of the cabinet.

…

Anthony walked down the stairs of the principal's office and watched the gargoyles close before his eyes.

Henry, you are here! Professor Sprout said happily, walking over quickly, What are your plans for the evening?

It's not a very important thing. Anthony recalled, Read a book and make some preparations for tomorrow's class. What's the matter, Pomona, your greenhouse needs a handyman again?

Professor Sprout shook his head: Caredi just received a letter from the Wizengamot.

Anthony looked at the happy light in her eyes and asked cooperatively: Have the results come out? How is her application?

She is now the distinguished special adviser! Professor Sprout announced proudly, However, from tomorrow on, she will be busy with the Wizengamot again, so I discussed it with Filius Organize a little celebration tonight - it won't be too late, we all have classes tomorrow - in the staff room. Will you come, Henry?

Anthony said without hesitation: Of course I will!

…

Professor Bubaji walked next to Anthony and asked confusedly: What do you mean the ceiling in the staff lounge is leaking?

I don't know, but you can't miss that sight, Caredi. Anthony said, It's like we're suddenly sitting in a black lake...the chairs and tables are floating and spinning in the lounge, the teapot is floating... ...Water overflowed from the cupboard, flowing down like a waterfall...

Oh my God, those tea leaves! said Professor Boubaji, quickening his pace. Didn't Filius do something?

I'm pretty sure Professor Flitwick is in the staff room at this time. Anthony said honestly.

I hope no one tells me that this is all because Professor Lockhart wants the pool repaired— Professor Bubbaji said. She put her hand on the doorknob and cautiously turned it open.

boom! Two salutes were fired, and what greeted Professor Bubbaji was not the overwhelming flood, but the falling ribbons and pieces of colored paper. Professor Bubaji was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned back and glared at Anthony: Henry!

Congratulations, Caredi. Anthony smiled, Look, Professor Flitwick is indeed in the lounge.

Professor Flitwick stood on tiptoes on a small round stool, directing the ribbons to spell out Special Advisor to the Wizengamot in the air. Professor Sprout looked at Professor Bubaji with a smile behind the long table covered with white cloth.

The long table in front of her was neatly arranged with goblets, alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks, exquisite refreshments, small portions of fruit and piles of rock biscuits - Anthony hoped it was not a celebration of becoming a Muggle. Leftovers from studying senior members of the society.

Professor Kettleburn was actually here too, sitting on a chair reading a book on the Care of Magical Creatures. He held the crutches, stood up nimbly, and smiled kindly at Professor Bubaji. Filch sat next to him, holding Mrs. Norris in his arms, looking a little unsure whether he should stay here or run out to catch a few students who violated school rules.

I came here when I heard there was cake here. Professor Kettleburn said to Professor Boubaji. I don't understand why you have to find so many things for yourself, but anyway, thank you for the cake.

Minerva will be here in a moment, Professor Sprout said, handing a knife to Professor Bubbaji.

Only then did Anthony see that there was a tall cake behind Professor Sprout. The cake was made into a building (Anthony thought it looked a bit like the Ministry of Magic), and there were densely packed chocolate placards on it, which read Oppose the Muggle Protection Act, Abolition of Muggle Studies Teaching, Wizards Have High Dignity to Muggle life and the like.

It was Minerva's idea, squeaked Professor Flitwick. Cut it open, Caredi.

Professor Boubaji took a deep breath, held the knife steadily in his hand, and split the cream-made Ministry of Magic in half from the top. Then she made a few more careful cuts, scratching several signs into pieces.

Who wants to eat 'Pure Bloodism'? Professor Bubaji asked, Henry?

That doesn't sound very tasty, Anthony said, but let me try it.

Professor Sprout received Only those who do not seek advancement, while Professor Kettleburn received Only those who do not seek advancement.

Say something, Caredi. Professor Flitwick took the cake, Say something! We all know how much you tried and how long you worked hard!

Professor Bubbaji turned his head, glanced at the cake that still had a lot left, then looked back and said with a smile: Okay... First of all, thank you, I didn't expect you would prepare such a big surprise for me. I I’m very touched, I feel supported...”

At this moment, a high, cheerful voice that was hard to mistake came from behind everyone.

Aha, so you are here! The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, surrounded by applause and quills, Anthony was worried that he might be Lord Voldemort's Professor Lockhart, and happily walked into the staff room, I was wondering why I was looking everywhere There’s no one there. Oh, there’s a secret party going on here! What’s this for?”

There was a brief silence in the lounge.

Caredi became a special advisor to the Wizengamot, Anthony replied, feeling guilty that he had wrongly blamed him.

Oh, really? Lockhart smiled indulgently, Congratulations, Professor Bubbaji. That is an honor after all - although, you know, it is really not as good as winning the most charming smile in Wizarding Weekly five times. Award. He winked at everyone and smiled brighter. Anthony kept his expression as polite as possible.

Thank you. Professor Bubbaji nodded towards Lockhart and continued without being disturbed, I am very touched that you are willing to take the trouble to prepare this celebration for me - not including you, Henry, how could you even think of it? Lies like that - mainly because you make me feel supported, because you make me more convinced that what I have always insisted on is correct. You make me firmly believe that wizards can get along well with Muggles...

That's absolutely true! Lockhart said loudly, walking up to Professor Bubbaji, regardless of the annoyed looks cast at him by others in the room, I have always believed that through our efforts, magical people and non-magical people We can coexist peacefully! If you read my book carefully, you will find that——

The door to the staff lounge was pushed open again. Professor McGonagall walked in with Snape. When he found Lockhart standing in the middle of the lounge, a trace of sullenness flashed across Professor McGonagall's face, while Snape's impatience became even more impatient.

I'm sorry, Professor Lockhart, Snape said tactfully, looking at Professor Flitwick's hanging ribbon, I never knew you were a special advisor to the Wizengamot. This is so rude. …What field are you a consultant in? Defense Against the Dark Arts, I guess?”

Lockhart laughed twice and said calmly: You misunderstood, Professor Snape.

He wanted to put his hand on Professor Bubbaji's shoulder, but she turned sideways without leaving any trace, so Lockhart had to put his hand in his pocket and show everyone his shining teeth affectionately and brilliantly.

Of course, the Wizengamot did invite me. But I said, no, too much fame is not good for me. Fame is a fickle friend...it likes you today and may abandon you tomorrow...and I have vowed to fight against the evil forces of darkness. Whether I am a special advisor or not, it will not affect my determination. In fact, a position like a special advisor that requires dealing with complicated and trivial matters is exactly what I want to avoid.

You're in good spirits, Snape said coldly. That's weird. I thought there was a party here to celebrate who became a special adviser. Filius, if you just want to practice your ribbon spelling I can spell something else. Oh, and that cake... it's so easy to misunderstand. I'm so sorry.

Even though he was being criticized, Professor Flitwick still looked extremely happy. He said, Severus, we are celebrating Caredi becoming Special Advisor to the Wizengamot.

Yes, but not Professor Lockhart? said Snape. Oh dear.

For the first time Lockhart looked a little unsure of what to do. His eyes moved around the lounge.

Filch lowered his head and touched Mrs. Norris and murmured to himself; Professor Kettleburn looked at Lockhart with interest, as if expecting him to breathe fire; Professor Sprout's face was stern; Foley Professor Wei looked at Snape with a smile; Snape and Professor McGonagall looked at Lockhart coldly; and finally Anthony caught Lockhart's gaze and looked back without saying a word.

Well, anyway, congratulations, Professor Bubbaji, Lockhart said, hurrying away from the cake. Snape sneered.

Anthony had never enjoyed seeing Snape so much. Snape's sallow complexion, oversized aquiline nose, and curtain-like black hair all seemed approachable at this moment. He decided that he might even consider voting for Snape next year if he were to compete for Wizard Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award.

Minerva, Severus, Professor Sprout greeted cordially, come and have some cake.

Of course, thank you, Pomona. Professor McGonagall said calmly, taking the Inferior Bloodline handed over by Professor Bubbaji, and hugged her gently, We are proud of you, Caridi.

Snape stared at the Muggle-born inferiority in front of him and silently took a fork.

Lockhart cut a piece of Muggles are a bunch of fools and walked to Anthony: It's wonderful, isn't it? This reminds me of the Muggle villages I once passed. They were looted by the Sniffer. But they didn't understand what was going on... I helped them set up a trap and caught the sniffer. It wasn't a very difficult thing. But they were very grateful to me and made a huge cake, maybe as big as a floor. high……

Sniffy? Professor Kettleburn came over and asked enthusiastically, How did you catch it?

Oh, it couldn't be simpler, said Lockhart. So simple that I didn't even put it in my autobiography... People would shake their heads and say, look, the famous adventurer, Gilles. Dro Lockhart, that's all - but don't worry about me, fame always comes with slander and rumors...

How did you catch the Niffler, Professor Lockhart? repeated Professor Kettleburn. Professor Bubbaji was chatting with Filch and Professor McGonagall, but Anthony saw Professor Sprout and Snape turning their curious eyes here.

Don't worry, I'm just about to finish it. Lockhart said with a bright smile, lowering his voice mysteriously. I asked the villagers to grease the corn with butter and hang it at the door of the house. I know clearly, No Niffler could escape such temptation. That night, the whole village was filled with the aroma of butter. People blew out the candles and waited quietly...

Professor Kettleburn frowned: Butter corn?

Yes, special butter and special corn. Lockhart said, And then you have to draw special patterns on it... I don't want to brag, Professor Kettleburn, but I'm afraid I'm the only one in the UK who knows those patterns. But I won’t hide anything from you, I’m not that kind of person. You need to do this—first draw a vertical line that runs through the entire corn...

How curious, Snape remarked. I thought it was in squiggles written with a peacock quill.