The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

For some reason, all the students except the third year Gryffindors did extremely well on the tests. The fourth-year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs all even got perfect marks, and Anthony had to agree to buy another bag of candy and give it to them in the next class.

And these nervous students all showed expressions of disbelief when they got the test papers.

The fourth-grade students repeatedly checked with him and asked him if he had sent the third-grade exam papers by mistake. Anthony also heard a third-year Ravenclaw mutter angrily as he quickly checked the correct answers: The Weasley brothers... really have them... they have fooled everyone...

The student's accuracy rate far exceeded his expectations. If he hadn't been sure that the test papers for the four classes were all different, he would have even suspected that they had passed on the answers in private.

You are even better than I thought. After he finished explaining the test paper, he knocked on the podium to attract the students' attention. I admit, I underestimate you a little. Ten points will be added to each college.

The students burst into cheers. Midgen clapped and shouted: Don't resign, Professor Anthony! You are the best!

Anthony had to assure them repeatedly that he had no intention of resigning less than a month into the semester.

Has any professor resigned? he asked curiously.

A perfect score for the whole class also means that the time required to study the paper is shortened. In addition, the students even handed in their papers in advance, so all the tasks were completed before get out of class ended, giving them enough time to chat.

Professor Quirrell. A Hufflepuff student said enthusiastically, Oh, he doesn't count as resignation. He should be on vacation? Then Professor Bubbaji came, and then Professor Qi also came. Professor Quirrell Came back and became a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Anthony calculated: You just happened to meet Professor Bubaji when you were choosing a course?

Yes. The student smiled, We are lucky and don't have to change the teaching materials. The previous classes complained that the teaching materials have changed too much and they have to learn them all over again.

Anthony secretly made a note to ask Professor Bubbaji about the test standards for Muggle Studies O.W.Ls when he has time.

There were some past titles in the library archives. He looked at them carefully and found that they were not too out of touch with the real world. If Hogwarts students had been answering questions using 17th-century answers until the year before last, it would be easy to understand the sudden increase in pass rates last year.

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After class, Anthony did not return to the office. He was going to go to the staff lounge to relax and chat with people, but when he opened the door, he was surprised to find that there was no one inside.

He sat down, casually pulled out a detailed explanation of transfiguration from the public bookshelf, leaned comfortably on the black wooden chair, and read through it.

He hasn't practiced transfiguration in the past few days - the contents of the necromancer's notebook are extremely messy, with experimental records, magical research, diary essays and unexplained scribblings interspersed with each other. It requires him to spend a lot of time guessing the order of the records and sorting out the details. Useful information for yourself. The work was great fun, but it also made his eyes dry.

He decided to give himself a break. While researching necromancy, he kept coming back to his nightmares. The empty office and simple bedroom looked more and more like a familiar coffin. If his cat hadn't been lingering in the room, rubbing its cool fur against his ankles, he might have fallen into the abyss of hallucination at any time.

The fire in the staff room swayed gently in the fireplace, the firewood crackled and sparks swirled. The shadows on the empty armchair were flickered by the firelight. Anthony put the book gently on his chest and almost fell asleep.

Suddenly someone pushed open the ajar door of the lounge: ... Of course, look at his father! Ah, Professor Anthony.

What's wrong? Anthony woke up. Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall walked in.

Professor McGonagall rarely stepped into the lounge and sat at the table with a smile: We have found our Seeker.

Who is it? Anthony asked curiously.

Potter. Professor McGonagall's tone contained a hint of pride, I don't want to boast, but - just wait and see, Professor Anthony, when the Quidditch season starts, he will surprise everyone.

Of course he will! But Ravenclaw also has some good prospects. To be fair, they are all very good players. Professor Flitwick said happily, Tea, Minerva?

Yes, thank you. Professor McGonagall nodded, took the floating tea cup, and took a sip, Oh, wait. She stood up neatly, took the cup and walked out, Please enjoy. Afternoon tea, I still have something to do.”

But, Minerva, it's just time for a cup of tea! cried Professor Flitwick. He was adding milk to his tea before he even sat down.

It's a very urgent matter. Professor McGonagall said calmly, I want to buy Potter a broom.

She walked away gracefully.

She's determined to defeat Severus, isn't she? complained Professor Flitwick.

He took out a few books from the bookshelf, raised his chair, and sat next to Anthony: Ah, Detailed Explanation of Twenty-Five Commonly Used Transfigurations. It's a very good book. It has some very unique insights into transfiguration, such as Biological metamorphosis... He talked rather talkatively about the book's novel explanation of transfiguration.

Anthony chatted with him for a while and then became distracted.

Professor Flitwick is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and has his own understanding of all kinds of magic. Unfortunately, he does not know undead magic. Anthony has been studying undead magic recently and has some conjectures and results, but he is unable to share them with others. This thirst for scholarly communication nearly drove him crazy.

Maybe he should ask Dumbledore for lunch and invite him to see a walking roast chicken. Dumbledore might like his idea, who knows.

Yes, he had recently discovered that a large part of the labor of the kitchen house elves - whether steamed, cooked, fried or roasted - could be crudely classified as corpses by undead magic. It was really weird, so he followed his grandfather's advice: don't play with your food. This statement applies equally to seven-year-old Anthony and twenty-seven-year-old Anthony.

His cat has no such consciousness. Ever since it discovered that Anthony could make the colored ball fish move, it had ignored the dried fish lying quietly in the food bowl.

But it is a cat after all, and Anthony has no intention of teaching it table manners. Even the skeleton part is 100% cat.

He suddenly wondered if he could control the cat to return to its skeleton form, or disguise it better.

There should be a branch of necromancy magic that changes the appearance. The notes record that they summoned horse bones to walk on the mountain road. Because they disliked the discomfort of sitting, the instructor made the horse bones grow fake muscles and fur. They rode two undead horses that did not need to eat, drink or rest all the way to the next village, and no villagers noticed anything unusual. It's just that the notes didn't say how this was done.

I also remembered that I had something to do. Anthony drank the last bit of tea at the bottom of the cup and said apologetically to Professor Flitwick. He couldn't wait to get back and try out his new ideas.