The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After breakfast, Anthony returned to the office, poured water on Bai Xian, took his notebook and lesson plans, and prepared to go to the library to read for a while.

After several days of rain, the cat spent a lot more time grooming, and the frequency of going out was greatly reduced - the scars on Anthony's desk also increased. Fortunately, the cat was still sitting on his quilt, licking his back and condescendingly looking at the long tail of the resentful mouse exposed outside the cat's nest.

I'm going out, Anthony said to them.

The cat let out a long, dissatisfied howl, as if Anthony had just stepped on its tail. The mouse's tail moved and disappeared suddenly. The next moment, its small pointed head appeared at the entrance of the cat's nest, looking around warily.

It's not my fault that you don't want to go out on a rainy day. Besides, it seems to be a sunny day today. Anthony stared at the cat's outstretched paws, No, that's my bed. You have your own cat climbing frame... Okay Bar.

He closed the door and left, determined to return and repair the furniture that had been destroyed by the cat's wrath.

…

It was extremely quiet in the library. Anthony nodded hello to Mrs. Pince, walked lightly to the restricted book area, and found a secluded corner to put his things.

Dumbledore gave him a very long list of books, some of which were classified as alchemy and some as magic rituals, but without exception they were all related to the experiment on the resurrection of the Wraith Chicken.

In addition, Professor Boubaji also mentioned several Muggle studies books that sounded interesting, but the library did not have them yet. Anthony planned to search at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore at the appropriate time.

Anthony squatted in front of the bookshelf and glanced at The Torch and Fire in the Middle Ages and The Image of Magical Creatures in Poetry in the Middle Ages. He pulled out Medieval Witchcraft (Volume 1) and turned a few pages, and found it with horror. The pages are warm and soft, and the fine lines at the corners are like tiny purple blood vessels. He glanced at the author briefly, confirmed that this was definitely not the book recommended by Dumbledore, and quickly stuffed it back into the bookshelf.

He bypassed the second and third volumes of Medieval Witchcraft and searched in rows, reading the titles in a low voice: A guide to medieval witchcraft, a guide to witchcraft, a guide to witchcraft...

Suddenly there was a slight knocking sound next to him. Anthony raised his head and saw Snape looking down at him enigmatically, tapping his fingers on a small dark book on the shelf next to him.

Good morning, Professor Snape. Anthony said, standing up holding on to the bookshelf, Oh, you found it. That's great, thank you.

He opened the hard-covered book wrapped in black cloth, and an unpleasant and unforgettable smell came out. Snape crossed his arms and looked at him.

Anthony frowned, took out his wand, and cast a Muggle banishing spell on the book. The bad smell disappeared. He flipped through it and found the chapter on Spiritualism and Singing and Dancing.

Have a nice day. He nodded to Snape and prepared to return to his seat. This book doesn't look too heavy. Maybe after reading the corresponding chapter, he can also browse other chapters.

Our respected Headmaster, Snape said through gritted teeth behind him, has a message for me to bring to you.

Anthony turned around in confusion: What is it?

He couldn't think of any message from Dumbledore that Snape needed to convey on his behalf, especially since he had just received the note from the owl yesterday. Fox still seemed reluctant to deliver the letter to Anthony. In a way, this was a good thing, because as the weather got colder, the fresh vegetables Neville gave him needed to preserve more energy for the winter.

There was some strange anger burning in Snape's eyes, and his voice was cold, almost squeezed out from between his teeth: He wants you to be informed that the simulation experiment on unicorn blood... has been suspended.

Why? Anthony asked, Of course, I know you are very busy, but I thought you wanted to-

Snape said stiffly: Because the efficacy of unicorn blood is inseparable from its curse.

Oh... Anthony said confused, still not understanding why Dumbledore told him this. The Wraith Chicken experiment was progressing very well. Dumbledore, Nico Flamel, and Anthony had determined that as long as the person casting the curse was a living person, the specific blood was not important, but the tone and emotion were more important.

But Snape would say no more. He nodded curtly to Anthony and was about to leave.

Sorry, wait a minute, Anthony said. His mind was spinning rapidly.

Snape's eyebrows that had just been relaxed were knitted again.

What's wrong? he asked coldly.

Professor Dumbledore wants me to help you? Anthony asked slowly, Is that what he means?

Snape replied diplomatically: How dare I guess what the greatest wizard of our time is thinking?

Anthony sighed: Okay, Snape, there is no need to be so vigilant. If Professor Dumbledore wants me to participate, I will. I really owe him a lot. He thought for a while and added , And I promise I won't trash your office again.

Snape glared at him and said viciously: If you dare - if you ever mention that again -

Don't pretend you have no responsibility, Snape. Anthony said, turning around and walking back to his seat. You haven't apologized yet, so don't expect me to apologize. If you want to call this a draw, please do it yourself. He put the things back in his bag and took a deep breath, Okay, what do I need to do? I guess it's not to go to the Forbidden Forest and hide and seek with the unicorns, right?

Snape's expression darkened again. He said reluctantly: I think the principal wants to see you...us.

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That's right, Henry. Dumbledore said with a smile. When Severus told me that he encountered some curses related to 'half-dead', I immediately thought of you. What other candidates are there? Woolen cloth?

A turbaned figure flashed in Anthony's mind. Quirinus Quirrell, a witness to the curse, is an excellent candidate. Of course, when asking him about his feelings about being cursed by a unicorn, you can also ask where Voldemort went.

What do I need to do, sir? Anthony asked. In addition to teaching three grades, you know, I also need to make some preparations for the Wraith Chicken experiment.

Dumbledore said: Severus is the expert when it comes to potions. I just hope that if he needs your help, Henry, please think a few times before rejecting him. Research on simulated unicorn blood will Let us have a very, very advantage in the future battle, even greater than a room full of white fresh essence.

Anthony heard something from his words: Did Voldemort do something again, sir?

Don't, said Snape, call him by his name.

We're not sure yet. Dumbledore said seriously. Nico told me that there are more and more magic peeking into the Philosopher's Stone. I think he wanted to remind me, but we don't know exactly what happened to Quirrell. The curse makes them anxious, or everyone is more and more eager for the magic of turning stones into gold and the endless life.

Well, I really hope the mysterious man won't bother anyone again this semester. Anthony complained, I thought these things should have been resolved eleven years ago.

Dumbledore chuckled softly: He probably won't be willing to go near Hogwarts for a while, so your semester should be safe, Henry. It's just that while he is still hiding somewhere in the world, we need to wait. At the same time, gather as much strength as possible because he will definitely try to come back.

Anthony sighed: Besides this, is there anything else we can do?

Of course, you can try something else, Snape said. Perhaps someone is willing to write a letter to the Dark Lord, asking him to stay by Quirrell's side until death. I'm sure he will happily agree.

Anthony laughed: Might as well give it a try. What if he is so weak that he forgets to cast a spell on himself to avoid owl mail?

…

They chatted for a while in Dumbledore's office, discussing possible ways Voldemort might try to come back. Dumbledore and Snape were both very sure that Voldemort would not be satisfied with the body that belonged to Quirrell (The Dark Lord will regard the current state as a shame), but they searched for ways to reshape the body. None of them seemed satisfactory.

For example, let's see... this one can allow him to possess any frog without causing the frog to die. Dumbledore said, Although this is indeed a very good escape plan - before transferring the soul It would be really hard to catch every frog - but it doesn't seem like an option he would like. We thought he would like to at least have a hand that can hold a wand.

A very large piece of parchment was spread out on his desk, almost filling the table. Various magic spells were densely recorded on the parchment. Half of it had been completely crossed out, and it was marked with purple ink on the side: Not resurrected, never dead - Henry Anthony.

Anthony also saw Not the Time-Turner - Alastor Moody in the corner, and some strange notations, such as Stone? or Not the Blood of the Fire Dragon.

Among the remaining small words and diagrams, there are also scattered annotations in various colors of ink. Near the crease it says Not a Cloak and next to a strange geometric shape it says Not a Flobber Caterpillar Slime - Severus Snape.

But a gorilla holding a wand doesn't sound right. Snape said dryly. The Dark Lord is very smart and very powerful... As long as he can find a body that satisfies him, he will be very good. It is possible to defy the unicorn curse and live off unicorn blood. But there is currently no information on unicorn poaching in Europe.

Severus is a little worried about whether Quirrell has mastered the method of simulating unicorn blood in potions. Dumbledore explained to Anthony, We all noticed that you and Quirrell had some... academic exchanges last semester.

No, Dumbledore, I'm not worried. Snape said, a cold light reflected in his dark eyes. He spends too much time crying and shaking, and has little time to study potions.

Dumbledore nodded calmly: Of course, Severus, you are the expert in this regard.

…

Anthony and Snape descended the spiral staircase, the gargoyle jumping back behind them. The sky has rarely cleared up, and there is no one in the corridor. The students are probably enjoying this short but precious sunshine.

Do you want to discuss it in your office or go to my office? Anthony asked proactively.

Before Snape could answer, a happy hand rested on Anthony's shoulder.

Henry! Lockhart said, You will definitely like this news. In order to allow Hogwarts students to be more comprehensively trained, I decided to set up a club!

Sounds great... Anthony said with difficulty.

That sounds wonderful, Snape said dryly. If you'll excuse us for a moment, Professor Lockhart...

Don't leave in a hurry, Henry! You'll like this idea too, Professor Snape. Lockhart put his arm around Anthony and winked mischievously at Snape (Snape's face turned even more ugly), I've always felt that students need to be prepared at all times! I'm going to start the 'Lockhart Lock Your Heart Club', where I'll be sharing tips on getting along with people. Seriously, you need this, Snape Professor. He pulled back slightly and looked at Anthony. As for you, Henry, you should smile more cheerfully. Like me! He showed a very standard, shining smile.

Well, I guess my teeth aren't that worth showing off, Anthony said politely.

Lockhart encouraged enthusiastically: Don't be shy, Henry! Of course you can't do it as well as me, but it's worth trying!

Anthony smiled toothily at him, thinking about Norbert's teeth.

A bit much, said Lockhart kindly, but you just have to practice more, Henry. Remember, talent, practice and will are all indispensable!

Anthony nodded perfunctorily: Okay, okay. If you don't mind...

By this time Lockhart was already directing Snape's wardrobe.

Tsk, tsk, Professor Snape, your robe is too long. Lockhart said, opening his arms to show off his well-tailored light green silk robe. That doesn't leave a good impression, does it? ?But if you want to lock someone's heart, you better come to my club next Sunday.

Snape crossed his arms, his eyebrows furrowed even more than when they were discussing Voldemort.

Lockhart misunderstood his expression: Don't worry, the student club activities are on Saturdays, and Sundays are exclusive to our professors... From four to six in the afternoon, it is in the staff lounge, and most professors are Invited - there are an unusually large number of single staff at Hogwarts!

Have you ever considered starting a dueling club, Professor Lockhart? Snape asked impatiently. I would be very honored to be on stage with the adventurer.

Lockhart shook his finger: Let's talk about it next time, Professor Snape. I don't want to hurt the Potions Professor of the students. That would be too rude. Besides, I have been responsible for seven years of Dark Arts. Defense Against Magic, if I have to be responsible for their Potions - I think I can teach them a few little potions of my own invention in class - I won't have time to reply to letters from readers.

He gave one last reminder of the club's time and place, and walked away in flowing robes.

I will remember it, Anthony said. Professor Snape, will you happen to have time next Sunday from four to six in the afternoon to discuss topics like the unicorn blood curse?

Snape said coolly: Of course, Professor Anthony.

I fell asleep while writing x