The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The closer to winter, the earlier it gets dark. After leaving the chocolate factory, they just walked around casually for a while, and then the sky gradually darkened.

They were supposed to have some dinner during their free time, but none of the students said they were hungry at all. Several students wanted to rest near the river behind the chocolate factory, but Anthony refused to allow it.

When the student asked for the reason, he casually excused himself, knowing in his heart that it was just his own problem. To him, the river was something much closer to death than the wizards' black dogs.

Can we walk to the last bus stop, Professor? Claire asked. I remember there was a grocery store there, and I'm a little curious.

I also want to go to the grocery store. The student next to me echoed, When the bus passed by, I saw several people walking out carrying shopping bags.

So they walked along the edge of the road and up the gentle slope. The students excitedly talked about the factory they had just visited, and commented on the store advertisements nearby and the residential buildings passing by. The aroma of chocolate still lingers in the air. It was completely dark, and the cold wind whistled through every corner, rattling the garbage bags placed at the door.

Aren't we here yet? one asked.

No, it's under this slope. Claire said, obviously remembering it very clearly, Come on, we have reached the top of the slope. She walked at the front of the team and was standing at the door of a drug store, looking back and waiting. classmates.

The streets were deserted except for the occasional car that drove past them. The students shrank into their collars because of the cold wind. They could still hear the sound of water from the river that ran through town, along with the clatter of bowls and spoons or the sound of conversations on the television behind some of the windows.

Looking back, the bright white lights of the chocolate factory were hidden among the black shadows of the trees. In the open field in front of it, you can vaguely see the visitors who have finished their tour getting into private cars, or waiting in groups at the door for the arrival of the bus.

Suddenly, Thomas said Oh in surprise. Two rows of street lights lit up from a distance, and then the lights above them also cast a warm yellow light. In an instant, the entire town was shrouded in light.

Is this electricity? Zelma asked, looking up at the streetlight.

Anthony couldn't help but smile: Yes, this is electricity.

…

When they arrived at the door of the grocery store, they found that it was closed, with a small wooden sign hanging on the door: Went to eat.

I hope the owner finishes it quickly, Claire said, peeling off another chocolate bar, because I'm getting colder.

The students leaned on the grocery store window and peered in for a while. Anthony smiled as kindly as he could at the passing cars, trying to prove they weren't planning a burglary.

When he turned his head, Anthony found that the students had given up on understanding Muggle grocery store catalogs. They were all staring at the distorted reflections of themselves and their friends on the uneven glass windows, laughing and joking about how strange each other looked. So he did a final head count, extended his wand, and announced their return to school amid the wails of students and the screeching brakes of the Knight Bus.

If I threw up in the car... Thomas said.

His friend said: You can just eat dinner. At the speed of the Knight Bus, you can probably catch up with the cold mashed potatoes and the tomato soup that is still a little warm.

…

What he didn't expect was that in addition to mashed potatoes and tomato soup, they would also catch the first meeting of the Lockhart Locks Your Heart club.

The Great Hall was decorated in a beautiful sky blue color, which matched Lockhart's blue eyes. The dining tables were moved to both sides of the hall, and the floating candles mostly gathered above Lockhart's head, illuminating his blue silk wizard hat and wizard robes.

Many students gathered around the raised heart-shaped podium, and Anthony even saw Percy's figure. Another red-haired Weasley, Ron, was standing next to Hermione with Harry, saying something in Harry's ear. Hermione turned her head and glared at him fiercely. The two people who were snickering exchanged glances and made expressions of listening attentively.

It was not until I left Scandinavia that I understood that my greatest gift lies in sincerity. Lockhart said radiantly. Mark my words, children, I can think of nothing like sincerity and A warm smile can open people's hearts more. I don't want to talk about my vampire friend anymore - I heard that he still insists on eating carrots, and I believe he will stick to it - but if you want to know more To learn more about my experiences in Scandinavia, please refer to my latest autobiography...

Thomas asked in a low voice: Do we have to stand here? I want to go back to the dormitory.

Hey, it would be good for us to hear this, Zelma said. Not just anyone can hear Professor Lockhart up close and personal with these little tips - I sent the professor's signature last week. Mom, she was so happy.”

Claire said, Believe me, Zelma, I'd rather join your mom's...um...adult witch employment sharing club. I feel like that would help me more than listening to the Adventure Legends audiobook, especially since I'm on Zhou just played the vampire in class. She glanced at Anthony and said, Have a nice evening, Professor Anthony. Today's practical activities are great.

She ducked and walked easily from the outside of the crowd to the stairs leading to the Hufflepuff lounge (and kitchen), and disappeared at the entrance of the corridor. Several students who wanted to join the Lock Your Heart club waved goodbye to Anthony and made their way into the crowd. Other students brought the spoils of practical activities and happily showed off to their friends who were hiding in the shadows and secretly taking food from the long tables on both sides.

What did you say? Oh, yes, my hair... said Lockhart. I'm glad you noticed it! I'm completely naturally blonde, but if you want to keep your hair shiny , I have to mention the shampoo I made myself... Considering its effect and main ingredient - egg yolk of bird and snake - I bet people will find it worth the money...

Anthony tiptoed to the stairs, very lucky that he didn't hear Henry suddenly.

He scratched the pear and wanted to go to the kitchen to ask the house elves to give him some food. The student's stomach may be full of chocolate and snacks, but he doesn't eat that much candy. Considering tomorrow's schedule (experiment with the Wraith Chicken, summary report on practical activities, and discussion of the curse of unicorn blood), he felt that he deserved something better than dry bread and cold water.

Professor Anthony? Professor Flitwick said in surprise. He was sitting at a low little dining table, with chicken and ham pie and onion soup in front of him. His chair was correspondingly shorter, just enough for him to place his feet evenly on the ground.

Good evening, Professor Flitwick, Anthony said, I didn't expect to meet you here.

It was very warm in the kitchen. Anthony took off his coat and nodded gratefully to the elf who helped him move the tables and chairs: If it's not too much trouble, I'd like a Cornish pie, the kind on the hall table.

Professor Flitwick asked cheerfully: How was today's practical activities?

Anthony sat down: Great. No one was hurt, no one broke the law, it's a happy ending. How are you today, Professor Flitwick? Is there anything new in the school?

It couldn't be better, Professor Flitwick said happily. I convinced a former student to come visit me tomorrow, so of course I won't join Gilderoy's club.

Anthony laughed: I just listened to the students in the auditorium for a while. To be honest, Professor Lockhart's eloquence is quite good.

Are you going to participate, Professor Anthony? Professor Flitwick asked in surprise, with his fork hanging in the air. Pomona is still worried about whether Gilderoy will be too embarrassed if no one participates tomorrow.

Anthony shook his head: No, Professor Snape and I have an academic discussion.

Ah, Severus. Professor Flitwick nodded and smiled sullenly, You must not know, Professor Anthony, that Severus almost became Gilderoy's assistant today.

Anthony asked in surprise: What? Snape?

He couldn't imagine what Snape would say to the students in the audience if it were Snape standing on that stage. My greatest gift is that I sincerely dislike everyone? Listen, if you want to lock someone's heart, make a little love potion and pray that you don't accidentally poison your sweetheart to death?

While having lunch, Gilderoy suddenly remembered that the club needed an assistant to help him demonstrate his skills in getting along with others. Professor Flitwick explained with a smile, obviously finding it very interesting, But Severus confirmed the process of getting along with others. He couldn't use the wand, so he said he had to prepare for 'a very important academic discussion tomorrow' and refused Gilderoy.

At this time, a burst of excited exclamations suddenly came from the auditorium. Anthony and Professor Flitwick both looked out the door.

Do you know what's going on, Coco? Anthony asked, curious as to how well-informed the house elves were.

Keke doesn't know. Keke pinched the rag and said guiltily, Keke will know right away!

With a very slight crackling sound, Coco disappeared into the kitchen. Immediately, other elves took his place, and they enthusiastically wiped the countertop that was so clean that people could be seen reflected in it. Before he could wipe it a second time, Coco came back.

Professor Lockhart invited students to be his assistants to demonstrate how to get along with people! Coco said happily.

Professor Flitwick asked with interest: Who accepted the invitation?

Miss Hermione Granger! Coco said, shaking her head, She is so happy!

…

Professor Flitwick was so interested in the chocolate factory that even though he had finished eating, he still sat in the kitchen and asked a lot of questions about the assembly line.

Professor Flitwick said: You know, Professor Anthony, even the copying spell cannot copy food. Except for specific alchemical products or house elves, none of the elves who were working stopped their movements, but Anthony knew they were all listening, Almost no one can make the exact same food in large batches. I've always wondered how Muggles do it without magic.

Anthony tried to explain the workshop and production line to him, but he was not an expert himself, so after he agreed to write the address to Professor Flitwick, their conversation quickly turned into recalling interesting things during this practical activity.

By the way, Professor Flitwick, this might be of interest to you. Anthony said, reaching into his bag and taking out a tightly stuffed glass bottle.

Professor Flitwick asked curiously: What is that?

It is said to be the venom extract of seven species of snakes. Anthony said.

Professor Flitwick took it and looked at the bottle of liquid that was as dark as dark purple or dark green against the light.

Oh, it's this... he said, I forgot its name, but it should still be famous in potions. It's made to simulate basilisk venom, and it's very dangerous. Keep it well, Professor Anthony. . He handed the bottle back.

Simulated basilisk venom?

Yes, but it's just an unsuccessful imitation. Professor Flitwick said sharply, I remember that the venom of the Basilisk is very toxic. People who study black magic will say that it can curse all curses and even directly poison Soul. He pondered for a while and shook his head, I can't remember clearly. Severus must know better than me. He got a basilisk at the beginning of this year and gave me a few basilisk scales.

Anthony put a small piece of pie into his mouth: Wait, I'm sorry...did you just say 'poison the soul', Professor Flitwick?

The learned Head of Ravenclaw explained: This is just a conjecture. Some people have suggested that the effect of looking at the basilisk is exactly the same as the death curse, so it is speculated that the basilisk can attack the soul. From this, it is believed that the basilisk can attack the soul. What makes its venom so difficult to cure is that it can also poison the soul.

Anthony said in surprise: I have never seen such a statement. He thought he had glanced at most of the literature related to the soul.

Oh, that's right. Professor Flitwick added, Don't tell it, Professor Anthony, the researcher's results have not been published yet. He works for St. Mungo's and specializes in studying the damage caused by various magical animals. I put it I had to give him one of the scales Severus sent me to talk about this.

Anthony nodded thoughtfully. He remembered that he had been scratched by the basilisk's fang, but at that time he just drained the poisonous blood, and soon there was no problem.