The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

When I returned to school, there were still many students in the hall having dinner with sullen faces. It was still raining lightly outside the window, and Filch was grumbling and dragging his muddy footprints on the ground.

Go get something to eat. Anthony smiled and said to several students, I wish you a good evening.

Of course! Angelina said cheerfully, waving towards the table. Finally it's my turn to make them jealous - I've been waiting all semester!

Ian said with a frown: I'm going back to the dormitory to hide this thing. If I told them that the monkey robbed me of three pounds, do you think they would believe it?

Cedric said kindly, I'll believe it.

…

When Anthony returned to the office corridor, he met Myrtle who was chatting with the fat monk. He couldn't tell what surprised him more: Myrtle's presence in the hallway before curfew, or her laughter.

Good evening, Professor Anthony. The fat monk smiled at him, I heard that you took your students to the zoo?

Oh, yes. Anthony paused. Good evening, Fat Friar. Good evening, Myrtle.

Good evening, Professor Anthony, Myrtle said, still giggling.

Anthony smiled and said, You seem to be in a good mood.

Yes, yes. Myrtle said cheerfully, floating in front of Anthony. Those students are in trouble! The mermaid will make fun of them all their lives!

The fat monk said uneasily next to him: No, it's not that serious, Professor... It's just a few minor grammatical errors. The mermaid knows they don't mean any harm...

They will be laughed at all their lives, Myrtle said proudly. I heard it. The mermaids left saying how wrong they were.

Anthony asked in surprise: Wait, do you speak mermaid language, Myrtle?

What? Myrtle said, No, of course I won't. I know, my voice is shrill and thin, and it's so ugly that no one wants to listen to me! She said with a tearful voice, Now you too Laugh at me, Professor! Mermaid, mermaid— she burst into tears.

Oh my God, I didn't mean that! Anthony said, taking a tissue from his pocket. His hand holding the tissue passed through Myrtle's silver and transparent arms, causing her to cry even louder.

Myrtle, I think Professor Anthony just doesn't understand what fish language is all about, said the fat monk.

He glanced at Myrtle sympathetically and explained to Anthony: Mermaid language is a magical language specifically designed to communicate with intelligent creatures in the water. Although it sounds very strange on the shore, when we enter the water, no one can You can understand what the mermaid is saying. However, only those who learn mermaid language and follow the rules of mermaid language can speak underwater without turning into a grunt.

Just like snake language is a magical language specially used to communicate with snakes. Anthony said thoughtfully, It doesn't sound similar to the sounds made by snakes, but snakes can understand what they are saying.

I think so, said the fat monk. Now, don't cry, Myrtle.

I don't mean to make you sad, Myrtle, said Anthony. Believe me, I never thought your voice was unpleasant. And haven't I often listened to you? We are neighbours.

Myrtle sobbed: Annoying, annoying Myrtle, fussing and crying over the smallest things, so annoying... No one wants to be my neighbor, Professor... She covered her face with her hands. , looked at Anthony secretly between his fingers, and asked sadly, Are you going to move away too?

Anthony met her eyes and smiled reassuringly: No, I have no such plan.

Professor Anthony is not a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the Fat Friar told Myrtle. Only Defense Against the Dark Arts professors keep moving away.

Who is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Myrtle asked.

The one who just moved out is Professor Quirrell, said the fat monk. The current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Professor Lockhart.

Oh, Professor Quirrell. Myrtle said gloomily, putting down her hand. He is a very good man, very much like me. I can hear him crying and twitching... but Professor Lockhart also Not bad. Her face slowly turned silver, she glanced at Lockhart's closed office door, and blinked shyly, I hope he doesn't move away.

Anthony glanced that way as well, wondering why Lockhart didn't join in their conversation. Based on what he knew about the soundproofing of the office door, if Lockhart had been behind the door, he would have heard their conversation.

…

The next morning, Anthony learned from the professors about the excitement he had missed yesterday.

Everything went well at first, Professor McGonagall said. The mermaid surfaced, Albus said a few words to the leader, and then each group of five students spoke to the mermaid.

Because we were so curious, we asked Albus to translate for us. Professor Flitwick said sharply, spreading a large piece of butter on toast. The students and the mermaids greeted each other, introduced themselves, and said It’s nice to see each other.”

Then it rained heavily, Professor Sprout said, shaking his head. One of the mermaids said: 'I like rain very much, because then the water level in the Black Lake will rise.'

Anthony looked at the smiles in the professors' eyes and asked, Then what?

Everyone on the staff bench laughed very restrainedly. They told Anthony, and then the students didn't know what to say. They thought it was because the students didn't understand what the mermaid was saying. The student and the mermaid were silent for a while, looking at each other, their hair wet from the heavy rain. Dumbledore walked over and wanted to help them, but Miss Crevat probably mistook this as an urging, so she bravely answered the mermaid's words.

What did she say? Anthony asked.

I like rain too, Professor Bubaji repeated solemnly, swallowing a mouthful of mashed potatoes, because when it rains my nose turns into a trout.

Anthony held his breath: What did the mermaid say?

She asked Miss Crevat to repeat it, Professor Bubaji said. Of course, this is what Albus told us later. When he passed by, he happened to hear Miss Crevat say, 'My noses, They're delicious'. Mr. Weasley said 'she means the air around here is very ugly'.

Anthony looked down at the academy table. Percy Weasley was sitting in his seat with a straight face, Fred and George holding his shoulders.

Fred said, Tell us, Percy, what exactly did you say?

That must be a great joke! said George.

You made both the merman and Dumbledore laugh! said Fred.

Okay, I'll tell you. Percy shook their hands away impatiently, his ears red, I asked if they could do me a favor and not save my brother if I threw him into the lake. He put He threw the spoon into the half-eaten cereal, patted his robe, stood up and left.

Fred stared at his back: You know, George? I really regret not continuing to learn mermaid language.

It makes Percy humorous! said George.