The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After the strawberry cake, there are chips, pies, chocolate cream balls and fruit candies. Anthony turned on the car radio and everyone fell silent, listening intently to the results of a local football team's game.

After the news, Cedric asked Angelina, How's Oliver doing?

The same thing, Angelina said, frowning and putting her hands on her hips, imitating vividly, 'Muggle Studies? We're about to compete with Slytherin, and they all have Nimbus 2001! No, no. , Angelina, I disagree.'

You're talking about your captain, right? Roger took a break from the fries, grabbed the front seat, and came over to join the discussion among the Quidditch players.

Angelina nodded: I said to him - mind you, this is very objective - 'Oliver Wood, we train almost every day, and I've been waiting for this practice for a semester. I'm just here For your information, I will be attending O.W.Ls next year and will not give up my other studies for Quidditch. I am not here to ask for your permission.'

Wow, said Cedric, I don't think Oliver would be particularly happy.

Ian looked unhappy and asked loudly: How much longer, Professor Anthony? I feel like vomiting. Can you guys stop talking about O.W.Ls?

You may be motion sick, Mr. Williams, Anthony told him.

…

The rain was still pouring down, so Anthony suggested they go to the driving area first.

After Ian and Cedric changed seats, they never complained about feeling vomiting. They just kept turning their heads and asking the classmates to pass him the snacks in their big bags in the back row. Anthony then remembered that Ian Williams seemed to be related to the owner of Honeydukes.

I don't remember what else is in the bag. Ian chewed a gummy and said, You are welcome to dig around in it. We can't fit it in our dormitory anymore.

Can we eat Bees and Bees, Professor? Roger asked, picking up Ian's big bag and looking at it, I know it's a magical candy, but no Muggles will see us, right? ?

You also brought honey bees, Ian? Cedric also leaned his head over, Wow, is that the limited edition chocolate frog from the Quidditch World Cup?

Yes, I bought more than thirty. Ian said, If you want to eat, leave the card for me!

Angelina also turned around and said, I also want to eat honey bees. Ian, I brought jam and toast, do you want it?

What jam - ah, lingonberries! Great, thank you! Ian turned to Anthony and asked in a it's my birthday today tone, Professor Anthony, bee jam?

Anthony thought for a moment and agreed: As long as you don't open the windows.

So the students were so engrossed in studying how they were strapped so tightly to their seats that they couldn't float, and no one even noticed when they drove into the zoo. Roger said enthusiastically: I know that if you eat a few more candies, you can fly higher - As a demonstration, he stuffed five Zizzy Bee Candies into his mouth at once. The magic candies want him to fly so hard that they tug on his seat belt and bang his head against the roof of the car.

I suggest you sit down, Mr. Davis, Anthony said. You're kind of blocking the rearview mirror.

Roger shouted unjustly: I didn't stand up, Professor, I - oops - They passed the speed bumper, and Roger hit the roof of the car hard, I'm floating!

Beside him, Cedric pulled him down hard.

It would be nice if there were no Muggles around. Angelina looked at the car in front of them and said, We could put him outside the window, hold his hand and drive him, just like Muggles playing with their Like a balloon or a kite.”

We can use brooms! Roger thought. When we get back to school, we can do this. One person eats the candy, and the other person drags him flying.

Anthony listened silently to their Quidditch plan, swiping his windshield wipers as they drove down the zoo road. Autumn leaves are stained with yellows, oranges and reds, but there are still many woods that are still green. The rain has become lighter, but along the way, except for a few birds flying into the woods, I still didn't see any animals.

He drove slowly along with the car in front of him, and suddenly heard Ian ask: What is that?

What?

Those black and white things, are they animals? Oh! It's moving! What is it?

Zebra! Angelina shouted, pressing her face against the glass window. I know, zebra!

Can I open the window, professor? Ian asked.

No, Anthony said, glancing in the rearview mirror, unless Mr. Kite straps himself into the seat.

Roger Davis hurriedly fastened his seat belt and held the seat cover tightly with both hands, fearing that he would fly up a little.

Anthony smiled and said: It's OK now. Except for Davis, if others want to unbuckle their seat belts, they can temporarily unbuckle them. Our speed is very slow.

Everyone cheered and fumbled with their seat belt buckles. With a crisp clicking sound, Anthony found that Ian was also floating.

Oh, okay. Ian said, reluctantly holding it back and grabbing another snack.

The group of zebras was far away from them, and on the other side of the car. Anthony glanced over Ian's donuts, figuring he might not even be able to spot them if he drove around alone.

The cool, moist wind blew gently into the car, blowing away the suffocating smell coming from the seven people and a large bag of snacks. Anthony heard them discussing the binoculars they should bring to the Quidditch match, while Angelina explained to the others what a zebra was.

I remember when I first started school we were talking about this animal, Anthony and Ian said. Muggle letters make up words. If a Muggle told you how you should spell a word, then for the letter Z you would most likely The word heard was 'zebra' not 'zombie'.

Ian looked a little embarrassed. He looked silently away from the zebra herd, as if they had suddenly transformed into a bunch of dancing failing report cards.

…

The group of zebras hidden in the shadow of the trees soon disappeared from their sight. After seeing another horse-like thing in the distance (only Roger saw it), they quickly drove into the monkey's Territory. Unlike the peaceful horse-like animals, signs at the zoo clearly warned them to close the car windows and reminded them that this was not a group of indifferent monkeys.

They can see this on their own even without prompting from the zoo. In front of them, more or less, monkeys stood on the roofs of all the cars. They either just sit on it leisurely, as if they are just taking a ride, or they walk around on it, curiously grabbing their favorite things - such as car antennas.

Oh my god, they're so small, Roger said, craning his neck as he watched several monkeys climb onto the roof of their car from behind. Along the subtle ridges between the window glass and the car door, this creature with long fingers and toes climbed and walked freely. The students excitedly gathered in front of the glass window, looked into its dark and bright eyes, looked at its red, slightly protruding face, and imagined the texture of those fine hairs through the glass.

They're kind of like - I don't know, some kind of humanoid.

Muggles believe that they share an ancestor with us, Anthony said. But, on the other hand, Muggles believe that all living things in the world share an ancestor.

Impossible! said the student sitting next to Angelina. It's not good for us and monkeys, but maybe it's possible. Us and the zebra just now? Muggles must be crazy.

Muggles used to think the person who came up with the idea was crazy, Anthony agrees. But science accepted it because it seemed to fit the evidence they found better than other theories.

The student asked: What evidence?

That's a seventh grade course. Anthony said, But if you are interested, you can look for literature related to 'fossils.'

She nodded and reached out to cover the monkey's black paw on their car window.

They're so small, she repeated Roger's words.

Just then, Roger shouted: Professor Anthony, the monkeys are stealing our wipers!

What? Anthony asked confused. He glanced through the rearview mirror and found a pair of small hands on the small wiper of the rear window glass, struggling to move it.

Roger had finished eating the honey bees, and now he unbuckled his seat belt and knelt down in the back seat, broadcasting the monkey's stealing progress in real time for Anthony: ...I don't think this is very useful. Ah, it changed. Posture - Wipers are on, Professor.

Everyone else's eyes were drawn to the monkey. The little thing had now climbed up to the rear window and sat there fighting the wipers with all its heart. The students looked up with their mouths open at the furry, wet marks it had made, almost unconcerned about the wipers. Anthony even heard someone murmuring cheers for the monkey.

Anthony hesitated between letting the monkey go and protecting the car, but chose to turn on the rear wiper. But the monkey was much heavier than he thought. It pressed down the wiper with joy, obviously more interested in its sudden movement.

Muggle banishing spell, Professor? Cedric suggested, Since Muggles say they all have the same ancestor...

I would be very surprised if the Muggle Expelling Charm worked, said Anthony. But Cedric reminded him.

Keep your head down, Mr. Diggory, said Anthony. Cedric, who was sitting in the middle of the back row, was a little surprised and did as he was told. The next second, the monkey screamed and dropped the wiper and ran away. Anthony saw through the rearview mirror that it quickly chose another car, and worried about the other's wipers for a while.

Cool, Professor! the student said in surprise, What kind of magic is that?

My hands are still on the steering wheel. Anthony said, How could it be my magic?

The student looked at it doubtfully for a while and had to admit that Anthony was right. After all, he had absolutely no chance of taking out his wand. And Anthony smiled and continued to drive slowly with the car in front, confirming in his heart that the Ministry of Magic would never be able to judge him for violating the secrecy law based on the traceless shock technique.

When they drove out of the monkey's residence, the student lay on the car window looking at them in despair, but Anthony was really relieved. He even saw a monkey playing with the car license plate at a certain intersection just now, holding it above his head to protect it from the rain. Some unlucky guy had apparently left his license plate behind.

Professor Anthony? Angelina asked, looking through the car window that was opened again, looking steadily at a certain location.

What's wrong?

Can we go back later? she said. I think a monkey took our left rearview mirror casing.

Anthony looked over and raised his eyebrows. While they were concentrating on dealing with one little bastard, another little bastard apparently took advantage of the situation and succeeded. At this rate of loss, Anthony secretly suspected that the monkeys would soon be able to piece together a car of their own in their own woods.

Forget it, said Anthony, it's not too expensive. Let's hope the lions here don't like to steal.

…

Fortunately, the weather gradually cleared up. The dark clouds seemed to be blown farther away, and the precious sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on the muddy ground covered with fallen leaves.

They encountered a large herd of red deer. All the cars stopped, rolled down their windows, and bought some fodder for the deer.

You have to buy a ticket to enter the zoo, Angelina complained as she let the deer lick the food from her hands. You also have to buy feed to help them feed the animals. What's the point? But when a deer stuck its head into the carriage , she smiled happily while sniffing her hair.

Perhaps because there were six students here, the deer all found that there was plenty of food in the car and poked their heads in one after another.

One of the deer and Anthony in the driver's seat met their eyes through the glass, and gently pressed their nose against the car window. Anthony spread his hands to indicate that he had no food, but the deer persisted and rubbed its head against the window.

Finally, Ian leaned over to feed the deer, and Anthony looked at the deer's head between himself and the steering wheel, and couldn't help but reach out and pat it.

Its fur was hard, rough, wet with rain, and as cold as Anthony's own. Anthony laughed. The deer shook his head and pressed the horn on the steering wheel.

In the quiet and peaceful woods and lawns, a huge car horn suddenly sounded. The deer raised their heads from the windows of each carriage and looked around warily.

Uh, I'm sorry, Anthony said, pushing the deer, which was still licking Ian's fingers, out of the car window.