The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Sunday's sunny spell seemed to come from a whim, and Anthony's window sills never dried out for the rest of the week. Even though it's not raining, the weather is still extremely gloomy. Every morning, outside the window it is white and foggy, and only the wet birdsong comes from the morning mist.

On this day, Anthony finally took some time out from the sudden increase in responsibilities. After lunch, he leaned comfortably into the armchair in the staff lounge, preparing to have a few snacks and chat with his colleagues before starting classes for the third grade. .

Busy week, huh? Professor Bubbaji asked, pushing the cookie jar toward him. Bullet-like rain hit the windows, making a clanging sound.

Peanut butter cookies, so good. Anthony leaned over and took one from the mouth of the jar, Yes, it was a busy week, and things suddenly rushed together for some reason, like an avalanche... But they are still not as good as you, Kay Reddy. Why are you here so free?

In the past few days, he confirmed with people at the chocolate factory that sixteen teenagers would rush through the door at the same time. He spent some time studying the Medieval Guide to Witchcraft and reviewed the notes left during the discussion with Quirrell. Once again I looked through the third grade lesson plans and confiscated two photos of Malfoy spitting slugs in the corridor.

At the same time, from the few words spoken at the dinner table, he was able to piece together the trajectory of Professor Bubbaji's life in the week that had not yet passed: she participated in at least two Wizengamot trials, and submitted an article that was still Journal article under peer review (A Comparative Analysis of Muggle Cases: Muggle Protection Laws and Their Role); classes for sixth and seventh years as usual and marking of their submitted papers; ten Gryffindor points deducted , because she read two identical papers; and she deducted five points from Hufflepuff, because that student happened to catch her flying back from the Ministry of Magic on a broom during her night outing.

The article has been submitted and the revision of the paper has been completed. Professor Bubaji picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and picked up the quill, And I don't have classes in the afternoon. The Daily Prophet does not need a Wizengamot consultant. Endorsed reports, no owls sent by the Ministry of Magic. Wonderful down time!

And your wonderful free time means sitting in the lounge writing the second article? Anthony smiled and shook his head, I stand by my point of view: the Wizengamot and the Journal of Muggle Studies should serve you It’s an honor to join.”

“This was actually supposed to be the first article,” Professor Bubaji said, “but I think it’s better to start with a less controversial topic.”

Anthony sat closer curiously: What controversy?

Professor Bubaji sighed, put down his quill, and rubbed his forehead.

In fact, I've been told that even if this article is actually written, it won't necessarily be published...at least not yet, she said, turning a photo towards Anthony.

The defendant is a dark wizard, she introduced. She accused us of introducing laws to protect Muggles, and claimed that the wizarding world was so corrupt.

Oh my God, Anthony said, staring at the old woman's wizened face in the photo, I've seen her before. I happened to run into her and the Aurors who were chasing her when I was in Diagon Alley. Against the Muggle Protection Act but A dark wizard who was successfully captured...I don't see how that's controversial.

The controversy is that many people may agree with her words. Professor Boubaji frowned and said, After announcing the verdict, she laughed wildly and asked the Wizengamot: 'Who are you, wizards or Muggles? You Whose court is it, the wizard's or the Muggle's? The status of magic has increased, but you are unhappy!'

Anthony said sympathetically, Oh, Caredi.

Professor Boubaji said: She asked us when we heard that Britain introduced the French Protection Law, when we heard that humans should protect locusts? 'You bunch of scum and scum who associate with Muggles!' she shouted at us , 'You are traitors to wizards!'

Anthony wordlessly picked up the teapot and added some tea for her.

Professor Boubaji put his hand on his and patted it encouragingly: I tell you this, Henry, because you will definitely hear these words in the future. I am already a 'witch with quirks' at the same time. 'Insanity' and 'Magical Traitor', I'm curious what titles they can come up with for you.

Hmm... Anthony thought for a moment and smiled, I hope they think of 'Crazy Muggle Martin Miggs'. I'd be happy to have an alliterative title.

…

By the way, do you know the Muggle-born student who is enrolling this year? Professor Bubaji asked.

Who? Kevin Jones?

Professor Boubaji shook his head: No, Colin Creevey. I only remembered it when you mentioned the alliterative name.

Anthony hesitated for a moment: I said a few words, but I wouldn't call it acquaintance. What's the matter, Caridi?

Professor Bubaji showed a sly smile.

I have a present for you, she said. It came out on Tuesday, but I haven't been able to find time to talk to you this week and almost forgot about it - here, here, thanks to Mr. Creevey camera.

Anthony looked down at what she handed over and was speechless for a moment.

That's a photo. The light was dim, and in the center of the picture was Percy Weasley. He was squatting on the shore of the Black Lake, lowering his head and saying something with a serious face. Just by looking at his expression, he could have thought that he was delivering a campaign speech for the President of the Student Union. There was a girl next to her, covering her face, turning her head to talk to another girl from time to time, her long, wet curly hair hanging behind her. Anthony vaguely remembered that she was one of the prefects in Ravenclaw.

Following Percy Weasley's line of sight, he could see a man with hair as messy as waterweed and wearing a strange necklace. He was laughing with his mouth open, revealing his incomplete sharp teeth. Anthony had to get closer and distinguish carefully before he could tell from the black-and-white photo where the waves of the black lake were and where the silver fish tails were in the swaying pattern in the distance.

Yes, this is a mermaid.

Anthony looked at it for a long time, put down the photo, and said with mixed emotions: It turns out that the illustrations in the textbook are realistic...

Professor Boubaji said with joy: Your expression, Henry! That day, several mermaids came up together, and Albus went to talk to them - that was really not the sound that humans should make - we were all talking about the students. From the look on her face, Minerva said at that time: 'Henry should be kept.'

Anthony said slightly sarcastically, I'm very grateful. Then he smiled, No, seriously, thank you. I'll put it away. He lowered his head and looked at the photo a few more times.

Have you seen Albus? Professor Boubaji came over, looked for a while, and pointed to the half robe and half legs beside the picture frame. This is him. He happened to be walking next to Mr. Creevey. Pass.

And it just doesn't block the camera. Anthony said, studying whether the mermaid necklace had sharp stones or shark teeth.

Oh, no, Professor Boubaji said. After we bought Mr. Creevey's photo, we found that in the other photo only Albus's robes and beard could be seen. We gave that one to Albus. Think about it.

…

Anthony treasured the photo in his textbook and said goodbye to Professor Bubaji. Several students who were about to be late ran away from him and rushed to the stairs, their rapid footsteps echoing in the corridor. Anthony recognized second-year Gryffindor Harry Potter, third-year Katie Bell, and fourth-year Angelina Johnson.

Transfiguration, I'm going to kill Oliver Wood! Angelina said as she ran, leaving a trail of muddy footprints behind her. And Fred and George - they actually ran away first - what are you? Lesson, Harry?

Potions... Harry said painfully, thumping down the stairs.

Good luck, Harry! cried Katie.

Angelina took two steps at a time and ran up the steps with long strides: What about you, Katie, what course are you in?

Muggle Studies. Katie said after her. Her voice echoed in the corridor and Anthony could hear it clearly. Professor Anthony does not deduct points, right?

He never deducted points from our class in class, Angelina said, but Professor McGonagall did!

…

When Anthony walked into the classroom, Katie was already sitting in her seat. Her breathing was still a little rapid, her robe was wet, and she was twisting her hair sideways, and the water fell to the floor drop by drop.

The seat next to her was empty because her friend Lini was in the school hospital receiving treatment after her wand went off during Monday's Transfiguration class, turning her left arm into a wing. Her wings kept flapping uncontrollably and wanted to fly away, so Madam Pomfrey asked her to lie on her side with her wings tucked under her body, and the teachers in all subjects were notified and exempted Lini from homework this week.

Tracy sat in her usual seat, and there was no one next to her.

During the lecture, Anthony noticed that Katie glanced in Tracy's direction several times, as if hesitating whether to sit over, but she finally turned her head back.

...Although short-sleeves and trousers are very common, and windbreakers and trousers are also very common, the combination of short-sleeved dresses and trousers is a little bit dangerous. Anthony said while pasting various combinations on the blackboard.

He deliberately did not include the matching of dresses and trousers, because according to Professor Bubaji's experience, once you make a mistake that is highlighted on the blackboard when telling students Don't spell it how, it will definitely appear next time on a paper or test paper.

However, compared to style, it is more important to understand that Muggles have different aesthetic tastes for colors than wizards. Black is regarded as a very solemn color, rather than the most ordinary and daily color in wizards' lives...

Several students looked down at their school robes, unable to understand why they were considered a solemn color by Muggles.

Anthony once curiously asked his colleagues how they determined the colors of Hogwarts uniforms. As far as he knew, Beauxbatons' school robes were light blue, while Durmstrang's was blood red, so black was definitely not a universal standard in the wizarding world.

Professor McGonagall simply told him: Cheap and durable.

…

That's it for today, get out of class is over. Anthony said, Miss Bell, I remember you are responsible for bringing class notes to the campus hospital?

Yes, Professor Anthony. Katie said alertly, But Madam Pomfrey asked Lini to rest more and not spend too much time on schoolwork...

Anthony reassured, I know, Miss Bell. I just wanted to give you the handout so you don't have to worry about the notes.

Oh, great. Katie breathed a sigh of relief, Thank you, Professor. Goodbye!

By the way, I wish her a speedy recovery. Anthony smiled and nodded towards her, and warned, You can also ask Madam Pomfrey for a bottle of refreshing potion.

Okay, Professor! Katie's voice came from outside the door.

Anthony stood on the podium and watched the students collect their things and leave. At this time, Tracy walked to the edge of the podium: Professor Anthony, can I also get a handout?

Huh? Okay, I made a few more copies. Anthony said, taking it out of the bag and handing it to her, What's wrong? Did I teach this lesson too fast?

No, Professor, Tracy said, I just... I'm sorry, I didn't listen carefully.

Her hands unconsciously twisted a corner of the parchment. Anthony remembered the last time he met Tracy on a night out. She seemed to be preparing to brew a potion at that time, but he left an unfinished message before being driven back to the dormitory.

Anthony asked as gently as he could, What happened?

Nothing, Tracy said. Thanks for the lecture, Professor. Have a nice day.

Anthony asked: Do you have any classes next?

Um... Tracy hesitated, and finally said in a compromised tone, No, Professor Anthony.

She lowered her gaze. Anthony suddenly remembered that he and Roger had talked about Tracy and Roger's career plan last semester. At that time, Roger was standing in a similar position, his eyes full of optimistic yearning and confidence for the future.

He asked abruptly: Is there any field you would like to pursue, Miss Davis? What would you like to do in the future?

I've heard that career counseling doesn't usually happen until fifth grade, Tracy said.

Yes, and talking to your Dean, Anthony said, So just chatting. And, I don't think Professor Snape - well, is necessarily a better person to talk to than me.

Tracy smiled: You are right, Professor. I... She raised her eyes, I want to live with wealth and status. She looked at Anthony carefully.

Sounds good, Anthony said encouragingly, How about more specifics?

Tracey repeated, Sounds good?

Isn't it? Anthony said, You didn't say 'I want to chop off the heads of all Muggles' or 'I want to invent a flying charm that summons meteors'.

Tracy blinked in confusion and asked, What's wrong with the flying spell that summons meteors?

I don't know, but the magic dinosaur told us we'd better not try, Anthony said. I noticed you used a very interesting qualifier, Miss Davis, 'alive.' What does that mean?

I don't want to be awarded the Order of Merlin posthumously, and I don't want to have wealth after my death. Tracey said, Roger was very happy before, Professor Anthony, because he changed from a substitute Chaser to an official Chaser. , and their captain said that he will be appointed as the new captain after graduation next year. No one has any objection to this, and they all welcome him very much. But, I mean...his injury will almost follow him for the rest of his life!

That was really thrilling, Anthony agreed.

I am a half-blood wizard. Tracy said, If I accumulate too much wealth and status in the magical world, but do not have enough abilities, I will definitely die early. She glanced at Anthony, Dumbledore The professor is also a mixed-race. Look at his abilities and his status. People are still willing to attack him. Draco will talk about how incompetent Dumbledore is every few days, and Pansy laughs at him loudly, Daily Prophet There are always articles criticizing him, and people don't trust him as much as some naive Gryffindors think...

She seemed to have been thinking about these words for a long time, and they rushed out. There were clouds outside the window and the candlelight in the classroom swayed. Anthony finally saw the light flashing in Tracy's eyes.