The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

When Anthony came out of the Room of Requirement, the castle was already enveloped in the cold and quiet night. The corridor was deserted, and no unlucky night-walking students bumped into him. The door to the Room of Requirement closed softly behind him and instantly melted into the wall.

He walked quickly in the corridor illuminated by torches, his shadow twisting and swaying beside him with the beating firelight. Through a narrow window at the corner, Anthony saw the warm yellow light shining through the windows of Hagrid's hut, which seemed stable and safe in the cloudy night.

The pumpkin behind the house was already so huge that it looked like some huge, motionless monster in the darkness. Anthony looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, and could only vaguely see a dark forest, and couldn't even identify where the Acromantula's nest was.

He thought about how long it had been since he'd visited them - not that he really missed the silver threads blowing in the wind - and thought about the centaurs and unicorns in the Forbidden Forest.

Just as he was thinking this, a strange light suddenly flashed between the dark tree trunks at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It's not the silvery white color of the moon, but closer to gold. Anthony held onto the edge of the window, leaned forward, and stared there in confusion.

The next second, a golden, foal-like animal walked out of the forbidden forest. It looked at the large open space in front of it in confusion, as if it didn't understand where the dense trees had gone.

What? Anthony asked softly, talking to himself.

But he already knew the answer: It was a young unicorn, who are born golden and don't turn to silver until they are about two years old, and white when they are about seven. The book on Care of Magical Creatures he got said: The sun became the moon, and the moon became the stars.

Anthony held his breath and watched as the unicorn cub lowered its head and studied the dead grass with cold dew for a while, then raised its neck and smelled the smell in the air. Then it took a tentative step forward, and another.

After discovering that this place was free from the restraints of branches, the little golden unicorn happily jumped on the spot for a while and started running happily. The illuminated cabin is undoubtedly the most attractive place.

The unicorn ran over curiously, circled the house several times, put its head on the huge pumpkin, and tried to push these big orange guys as if competing or playfully - the cub's horns hadn't grown yet. out, but people obviously don't call young unicorns hornless.

The lights in the hut did not go out, and Fang did not bark. The unicorn cub played in the pumpkin patch for a while (and tripped over the pumpkin vine). He shook his head, pushed his nose against the huge pumpkin leaves that had not yet withered, and got in, slowly under the cover. He lay down and seemed ready to sleep.

Through the small stone window, Anthony looked at the small ball of gold under the pumpkin leaf. He stood in the cold evening wind for a while. It was not until a certain awakened bird chirped a few times that he suddenly turned around. God comes.

He trotted down the stairs and headed straight for the door. Mrs. Norris slipped out silently from behind the pillars in the hall, and when she saw it was him, she left without interest.

The air outside the door is extremely fresh. The smell of earth and rain mixed together, with the pungent coldness unique to the transition between autumn and winter, rushing straight into people's brains. His shoes grumbled as they ran across the soft, muddy path.

He slowed down a dozen feet from the pumpkin patch. With the little unicorn's even breathing, the pumpkin leaf flapped gently up and down, and a small area of ​​the orange pumpkin and dark green leaves was softly illuminated.

Through the window, he could hear Hagrid walking around the room, humming some kind of tune off-key. Yaya probably smelled his scent and screamed excitedly.

Now, Tooth, now, said Hagrid, this isn't for you. Our dry-cured ham is all burnt... Norbert, oh, Norbert. I hope he likes the Romanian weather. He was silent for a while and then started humming again.

The unicorn cub was awakened by Fang Ya's cry. He raised his head in confusion, held up the pumpkin leaf and looked around, and suddenly met Anthony who was half-kneeling to look at it.

Anthony smiled cautiously: Well... hello.

The cub looked at him warily for a moment. Suddenly, curiosity seemed to get the better of him, and he stood up, swung his mane, and walked slowly toward Anthony. The dirt from the pumpkin patch slipped off its furry fur, and when it walked in front of Anthony, it was as clean as the first morning light on a clear day.

Anthony pretended that he was a goblin statue - the kind that Muggles put in their gardens, not the Weasley family's - maintaining a half-kneeling position and watching the unicorn slowly walk up to him. Beneath its thick, long golden lashes were curious eyes, which were now less than ten inches in front of him.

It looked towards Hagrid's window again. Anthony clearly saw the contraction of its pupils.

You are Hengtong, Anthony whispered, like a goat or a horse.

And then—he wasn't expecting this at all—the unicorn cub ducked down and slammed into him, like it was trying to push those pumpkins. Anthony sat on his heels and was dumbfounded to find the unicorn cub leaping over him lightly and running towards the lawn.

He shook his head and stood up. To his surprise, the golden cub ran back again, wandering and jumping a few steps in front of him.

At this moment, Hagrid finally realized that there was some movement outside his house. He opened the window and said in a rough voice: You students—Henry? Running Gorgon, you got a unicorn?

Your pumpkins got a unicorn, Anthony corrected. Yaya excitedly rushed to the window, panting and sticking out his head, jumping and wanting to lick Anthony.

Anthony smiled and approached the window, patted the big hound on the head: Good evening, Fangya.

The unicorn cub was still watching them not far from him. Now its eyes seemed to be drawn to Hagrid's beard.

Hagrid muttered something, picked up the rag by the sink, wiped his hands, opened the door and strode out.

He easily approached the cub, grabbed it in his arms, opened its mouth and looked at it: It's less than one year old. Hey, little guy, where is your mother? Why did she let you run away? Outside the Forbidden Forest?”

The unicorn cub nibbled Hagrid's finger gently with interest.

Hagrid jerked his hand away and slapped his forehead.

Ouch - I'm so stupid, I know. He looked at Anthony and said angrily, its mother is 'that' unicorn.

Which one? Anthony asked. As soon as the words came out, he immediately reacted. The unicorn killed by Quirrell is now sleeping under a certain clearing in the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid checked the hooves and ears of the unicorn cub, and then touched its belly: No problem, it's healthy and not hungry. It just ran out. He stood up and hugged the cub. , We have to send you back.

Before we send it back, Anthony said hesitantly, Hagrid, can I touch it?

It didn't seem to occur to Hagrid that this would even be an issue. He was stunned for a moment, and even through his thick beard, you could see his broad smile.

Of course, Henry. He generously pushed the unicorn cub to Anthony's chest, You can hold it if you want.

…

Accompanied by Yaya, Hagrid carried the unicorn cub and walked into the Forbidden Forest. Anthony did not follow, and stayed in the hut to help Hagrid tie up the ham that had not been hung up, while recalling the magical warmth of the cub and the kick on his chin.

With an absent-minded wave of his hand, he levitated the hams—the bones—and stood on the chairs, hanging them one by one from the rafters. Hagrid wasn't back yet, so he cleaned the fireplace and stove again. With the help of Housework Magic, these things are easy.

Next to the fireplace he found several books about magical animals from Asia and Africa, none of which looked fireproof. Anthony originally wanted to move them to Hagrid's bed, after all, there used to be stacks of dragon-raising guides there. But before he got close, he heard a clicking sound.

Anthony bent over and looked under the bed. He saw The Monster Book of Monsters tied to the corner by an old dog leash owned by Yaya. He rushed over fiercely and aggressively, trying to tear the books into pieces or bite his ankles.

He quickly moved the book back to the fireplace. The top cover shows a sphinx, showing a somewhat mysterious smile, and the cover of the other book shows a poisonous leopard with its bloody mouth open, with a golden title - Coexisting Friendly with Neighbors - on it. The scarlet oral hygiene display looks particularly convincing.

After doing all this, Anthony sat back at the table. There was a large stack of rock biscuits on the table, which Hagrid had dug out from the cupboard to serve him before leaving.

Don't leave in a hurry, Henry. Hagrid said at that time, I have something to ask you for.

Just when Anthony was grinding his teeth with the third rock cake, Hagrid's heavy footsteps finally came from in front of the cabin. Anthony opened the door for him.

That guy is not willing to go back to the Forbidden Forest yet. Hagrid said, standing at the door cleaning his muddy boots, By the way, Henry, this is for you.

Anthony took what he offered. It was a long, silver hair.

The tail hairs found on the branches. Hagrid said, looking at Anthony again, You also have a few on your robe, Henry.

Anthony looked down and saw a few golden unicorn hairs stuck to the place where the unicorn cub once lay. He quickly collected them carefully.

Hagrid finally rubbed the soles of his boots clean on the carpet. He walked into the room and looked up at the hams: Oh, you finished it for me!

It's nothing. Anthony watched Hagrid casually kicking back the monster book that came out, What do you want from me, Hagrid?

Hagrid fumbled around the bedside for a while, pulled out a few crumpled pieces of parchment from under the pillow, and said happily: I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I heard they were discussing a Muggle zoo, Lian Luo Endu asked Harry and Hermione if it was really that interesting...

Anthony already knew what Hagrid was thinking about.

No, Hagrid, he said, unless you can find a way to ensure that no one who visits - whether they get an O in Care of Magical Creatures or don't take the course at all - will not be harmed or given any Magical animals cause harm, otherwise this matter is completely non-negotiable.”

But, Henry, I hear Muggles just drive around in their little cars—

Anthony shook his head and said: The route to visit the zoo in the car is strictly planned, and the car is very hard... He looked at Hagrid's big hands that easily broke open the rock cake, and changed his words, For Muggles It is tough enough for the animals we will encounter on that journey. And putting a tight iron box on a person can avoid arousing the appetite of many predators. In terms of transportation...

Henry, what do you think of broomsticks? Hagrid said. Professor Kettleburn thinks we can use broomsticks to replace Muggle cars.

Anthony pointed to the poisonous leopard cover next to the fireplace: A broom cannot resist poison gas.

…

Hagrid seemed to have been thinking about it for a long time. He claimed that he and Professor Kettleburn had discussed the poison leopard. He read the parchment carefully for a long time, and finally pointed out a sentence for Anthony with his thick fingers: Head-soaking spell, or crazy escape.

Hagrid even had a very crude design of a zoo: a dragon on the left and other animals on the right.

If Dumbledore agrees to let me build a zoo, Hagrid said hopefully, I can bring Norbert back!

Anthony was happy to change the subject: Speaking of Noble, have you written to Charlie Weasley?

I wrote it, Hagrid said a little embarrassedly, but I haven't sent it yet.

He took a few knuts, a handkerchief, and a carefully folded piece of parchment from his pocket, and handed the parchment to Anthony.

Dear Charlie,

How are you recently? Thank you for everything you have done for me and Norbert.

How about Norbert? He must have arrived at the reserve, right? How big have you grown? When he left me, he was just a little baby!

I hope there are enough dead rats in the base, but it's possible that Norbert has other favorite foods by now. I think he still likes brandy.

Tell Norbert I'm still thinking about him.

Yours faithfully,

Rubeus Hagrid

I have received three letters returned from Romania, Hagrid said. I hope nothing happened to them.

Return letter?

That's right. Hagrid scratched the back of his head, When the owl flew back, my letter was still tied to its leg. No one there received the letter.

Anthony turned to the reverse side and stared at the address for a moment.

You wrote the wrong address, he reminded. This is the address of the reserve. It should be written to a town near them.