The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The students stood on the solid floor outside the train station and watched with fear as the Knight Bus rushed away. Several girls are rearranging their hair. They were all dressed as Muggles, and many of them were dressed very much alike - Anthony suspected that they were based on the designs of the previous groups, but he wasn't going to get into it, and decided that he wouldn't try it again in a bumpy car anyway. Transform.

By Merlin, I'll never sit in this again, one of them swore. It almost blew my brains out.

“I’m like a slug in a crucible being stirred clockwise, um, with tentacles,” another student said. “I feel really sorry for them now.”

But the Knight Bus can go anywhere on the continent, at least anywhere in the UK. Anthony checked the students against the list and took over the topic, And summoning the bus does not belong to the use of magic. Unless you let people wait during the waiting process I'm curious about the extended wand, otherwise the whole process will not violate the International Statute of Secrecy or the Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act. Okay, check the luggage again, we are going to the train station .

They circled around from behind the statue and wormed their way into the crowd. The train station is full of people. Some are carrying suitcases with firm goals and walking in a hurry. Some are wandering slowly between the platforms, looking confused as if they don't know why they are here. The homeless man with tangled beard and hair was walking from one bench to another, pulling on his thin and worn-out shoes in this weather. A street performer played an accordion behind them, and an open case held crumpled banknotes and a few shiny coins.

Pay attention to keep up, but if you get separated, protect yourself first. Anthony warned, Come back, Mr. Thomas! (But, professor, there is a tooth with eyes painted over there!) That is from the dentist's office. Advertisement... Platform 5... Dentist? A dentist is... well, the person who treats toothaches. Well, here we are.

It's really interesting. A student said, looking at the station with the curiosity of an outsider. There may be some differences at first glance, but it is actually very similar to King's Cross Station.

Anthony nodded: Yes, and they are very close.

In that case, why don't we go to King's Cross Station? he heard the student next to him mutter.

Anthony told her: Because the train we're taking doesn't stop at King's Cross.

Um...okay, Professor. The student still looked confused.

A fifth-grade student turned his head and explained: It's different from the one we take every year at the beginning of school. There are actually many trains. In addition to different directions, they also pass through various stations.

And sometimes, even after passing a certain station, it doesn't stop, Thomas said.

The fifth grader nodded and added, I just figured this out recently. Trains take detours and stop at stops you don't need, instead of like... you know, the fireplace or something. His voice was so quiet that Anthony almost didn't hear the last few words.

I see, the train here is more like an elevator, said the student who asked the question. Even though I only need to go to the seventh floor, it still stops on the fourth floor.

A very good analogy. Anthony praised. Wizards have no concept of public transportation. It was beyond his expectation that the student could think of the elevators in the Ministry of Magic.

Sure, wizards have the Knight Bus (hopping around the world at unreasonable speeds and routes) and the Hogwarts Express (more like a shuttle bus connecting King's Cross Station to Hogwarts), but At the same time, they also have convenient and fast Apparition, Portkeys and Floo Network, none of which requires waiting or detours.

This is why he needs to keep walking around in the car, reminding students when the door is opened that we are not there yet, this is not our destination or get off the car next time the door opens.

…

After experiencing the Knight Bus, no one had any complaints about the relatively slow trains. They sat by the window and watched almost gratefully as the city receded into the distance, and the wilderness and farmland spread steadily before their eyes. Amidst the monotonous clanking sound, the students breathed a sigh of relief and finally stood up with confidence, exploring around the carriage curiously.

Just as Anthony asked a student seriously to take back the dangerous finger from the emergency button, he heard another student say: There is a carriage with more spacious seats and fewer people. We... He seemed to suddenly Spotting Anthony, Can we sit over there, Professor?

What carriage? Anthony asked curiously, and then the students happily led him to the first-class carriage.

Several students have already sat down on those wide and comfortable chairs, with their snacks or games placed on the small table in front of them. Several passengers were looking at them politely from behind the newspapers or from the corners of their eyes, probably hesitating whether to remind them to pay attention to the huge 1st on the window glass.

Sorry. Anthony and other passengers apologized, and then whispered to the students, Come out with me, our carriage is not here.

Why, Professor?

We'll talk about it after we come out, Anthony said. Besides, your shoelaces have come loose.

This was their agreed-upon code word, which meant Your wand is out. The Hufflepuff exclaimed, stuffed the shaky wand in his pocket, and walked out of the carriage with Anthony.

One person asked a little aggrievedly: Why can't we sit there?

So Anthony spent some time explaining to them the difference between first class and second class seats. As he was describing the fares and converting them into magic currency, one student said in surprise: What, do you need to buy a ticket?

Anthony stopped and the other students looked at her in disbelief. I thought tickets were issued, she explained, like the school express train.

Miss Zelma Defortel, said Anthony, that's not how you answered the transportation test.

I'm sorry, Professor Anthony, Zelma whispered sheepishly, Cedric was sitting next to me that day.

Anthony shook his head: Should I apply for a batch of anti-cheat quills?

…

Apart from the common cloudy weather, their destination was very different from London. Victorian buildings are mixed with cement and steel, and square, modern houses are proudly announcing that this is an industrial area. There is a strange smell in the air,

After leaving the platform, Anthony took the students to a nearby restaurant for lunch.

When he asked them to choose, some were attracted by the strange smells in the Indian restaurant, while others wanted to eat at the crowded fish and chip shop next to them. They couldn't convince anyone, so Anthony announced that they were going to eat Chinese fast food sandwiched between the two restaurants.

Although fragrant dishes from India, China, Mexico, Turkey and other places have spread across the land of Muggle Britain, Chinese fast food is obviously new to magical Britain.

Whether it's the red and gold lantern colors or the large wooden round table covered with a bright red tablecloth, in the eyes of the students, it can all be summed up in a question Thomas asked in Anthony's ear: Are they also from Gryffindor?

In addition, the aroma of cooking filling the air, the sizzling sound of oil in the kitchen, the sound of clinking woks and shovels, and the customers leaving with their take-out boxes at the counter... are all exciting to students. Very unfamiliar. They looked at the fish tank at the door curiously, holding menus and discussing the names of various dishes they couldn't understand.

'Ding...sang', what is this?

Sounds like some kind of spell, one student said very quietly. The whole menu looks like gibberish and spells.

There are still a few people who can understand it, said another. Sweet and sour chicken...prawns in black bean sauce...yuck.

That's the bullshit part. Can't we really get fish and chips?

But now that they were seated at the round table, they still chose the most popular beef fried noodles and egg fried rice platters from the menu. A few students wanted to try the spring rolls and crispy duck pancakes (I heard Qiu mention them), and Anthony added sweet and sour chicken, salt and pepper squid, shrimp toast and Beijing fried dumplings on the waiter's recommendation.

The food arrived very quickly. The waiters kept bringing them dishes, and in the blink of an eye, they were filled with high and low porcelain plates and bowls.

Students fell in love with the chow mein almost immediately, and the sweet and sour chicken was also well-received. People generally prefer spring rolls to fried dumplings, but the plate of fried dumplings lined with hollow oil paper was still eaten within five minutes. The teapot on the other side was neglected, with only Anthony's hand reaching for it.

“I really want to travel to China,” one student said, staring at a large bundle of chopsticks in a bamboo tube. “No one will make a fuss about my ‘shoelaces.’ They might think I just don’t know how to use chopsticks.”

If you can convince Mr. Ollivander to turn your 'shoelace' into a barbecue pick, you can walk around with it. His classmate said, People may think you just like it. Eat barbecue.”

That's going to look better than a nice smooth branch, trust me, said another, unless you actually skewer it and eat it as you go.

…

Everyone got a fortune cookie when they left. Anthony was counting the people and didn't notice Ted Thomas stuffing the entire cookie into his mouth. He immediately shouted.

Ouch! Bah! cried Thomas, what is this?

Everyone watched as he grinned and pulled out a crumpled white note from between his teeth.

Anthony laughed: Fortune cookies, Mr. Thomas, means that each cookie has a message hidden inside, usually some advice, encouragement or a joke. Which one you get depends on your luck.

Look what it is, Ted. The classmate next to him encouraged him.

Thomas wrinkled his nose and unfolded his note: The recipe for happiness is heaven, the sea, or another cookie. He shook his head, I'm not sure I want another cookie.

Another classmate got Don't Eat Paper and gave this advice to Thomas. Over Thomas's cries of protest, the fortune cookie informs Zelma of her future: You're going to want something to eat in an hour.

Okay, now you also know your future. Anthony said, putting the list away.

A student who leaned over to read Zelma's note said, It's not really a prophecy, is it? It's not done with tea leaves or crystal balls or tarot cards.

It's a reasonable inference that people often want something to eat. Anthony said, Ladies and gentlemen, let's go this way. With any luck, we can reach the factory at about one o'clock in the afternoon.

What did you say on your cookie, professor? Claire Tilley asked, and students gathered around her curiously.

Okay, let's see, Anthony said, breaking open his cookie. Your lucky numbers: 58, 59.

Oh, the student said disappointedly, it's not interesting.

Anthony put the cookie into his mouth, shrugged, and led the student toward the bus stop.

…

Great, their seats are fixed! Zelma said happily, boarding the Muggle bus. The driver turned to look at her in surprise.

They had missed the last bus, all because everyone wanted to try the ticket machines.

Anthony originally planned to buy seventeen tickets at once, but ended up standing next to the ticket vending machine for more than half an hour, apologetically asking other passengers to go to the ticket vending machine next door to buy tickets, and preventing the confused students from stuffing Nat into the ticket box. Coin mouth.

And there are railings and handrails everywhere. Another student said gratefully, holding on to the back of each chair as if his joints ached.

The passengers in the car looked at her sympathetically until the girl deftly jumped up the last few steps and plopped down next to Zelma: All the handrails are very stable.

Anthony watched in amusement as the students carefully tucked themselves into their chairs, as if they were about to face a roller coaster ride. The bus's engine shuddered, and after the rumble, the car let out a long gasp, and the door slowly closed. They merged into the traffic flow on the highway at a very stable and abiding speed.

After a few stops, the student carefully let go of his hand holding the railing, with an unbelievable smile on his face.

This is so fun! Thomas said, looking down from the window at the car next to him. It's much better than I imagined.

The student next to him said regretfully: If I had known, I would have eaten more just now.

Don't worry. Anthony comforted, You can eat a lot of chocolate in a while.