The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Snape's dark eyes flashed dangerously. He said softly: I'm sorry, could I trouble you to repeat it?

Okay, that's it. Anthony put down the crystal bottle and still couldn't help but smile, I originally wanted to try mixing a little undead magic into it to act as a so-called 'half-dead curse' - or a full-death curse - But now it seems that this method will not work. He paused, waiting for Snape to make some condescending opinions.

But Snape just said, Go on.

Anthony said: Since it failed after cooling, I guess you must have tried reheating... He glanced at Snape inquiringly, and received an impatient nod, And various other methods, trying Makes life worse than death for anyone who tries to drink it. But, you see, necromancy is a ready-made curse. I guess that's why Professor Dumbledore thought I might be able to help a little bit - and here's the thing, shit How many animal carcasses are there in the potion ingredients?”

Snape curled his upper lip in disgust at his choice of words, and replied sullenly: Mainly eels, unicorn horns and bat wings, some with the addition of fire dragon blood, lionfish vertebrae or mothrats Tentacle juice.”

Anthony guessed he'd better not ask how Snape came up with the idea of ​​mixing these things, but at the same time he couldn't help but think of some very weird soups.

Okay... He thought for a moment, How many combinations have you tried in total?

Snape nodded curtly to the potion storage cabinet in the corner: One hundred and forty-two. For some reason, Anthony actually heard a hint of pride in his dry tone.

Wow, Anthony said, standing up and walking over to the small cabinet.

There are large and small crystal bottles in the cabinet, some shining with silvery light like a crescent moon, and some hanging sticky on the wall of the bottle, showing an ominous blue-purple color. Anthony even saw one The light brown bottle contained not liquid but a swirling black smoke. There was a label taped to the wooden cabinet door that simply said Unicorn.

What's that? Anthony asked, pointing to a very large bottle in the corner. The liquid inside reflected some strange, metallic black-green color.

Snape said impatiently: If you just point at failed products because you lack... He saw clearly the bottle Anthony was pointing at, and his words suddenly stopped.

I sensed some necromancy in there, Anthony explained.

Basilisk venom and unicorn blood, Snape said reluctantly. Real unicorn blood.

Anthony asked in surprise: Why?

The question he wanted to ask more was where Snape found the unicorn blood, but he immediately remembered that Snape was the Potions Master and the Potions Professor of Hogwarts after all - not to mention those who were born there. The Lytlin students might bring him something - there was always something he could get his hands on that would make the Ministry scream.

The venom of the basilisk has the reputation of being able to curse all curses, Snape hinted slowly.

Wait, so you want to try to use the basilisk's curse to curse - God, it's so hard to pronounce - the unicorn's curse? Anthony shook his head, If I remember correctly, I heard that you don't agree with Luo Professor Hart’s treatment plan for Mr. Malfoy?”

Snape obviously knew what he was referring to. He sneered: A very wrong analogy, Anthony. No one has yet found a solution for unicorn blood, but there is a practical treatment for basilisk venom.

What can I do? Anthony asked curiously.

Snape made no secret of his distaste for Anthony's lack of potions knowledge.

Have you ever heard of Phoenix Tears, Anthony?

Anthony carefully buried the image of Snape choking Fawkes in his mind and admitted honestly: No.

I'm not surprised, Snape said sarcastically. If you've ever read that paper about the comparison between unicorn blood and phoenix tears... phoenix tears have a reputation as a cure-all, Anthony. If you look carefully If you think about it, you realize it might include a basilisk bite.

But Professor Flitwick said... Anthony stopped, trying to recall whether Professor Flitwick meant incurable or incurable when he talked about poisoning the soul. He finally shrugged: Forget it, you're the Potions Master.

Exactly so, Snape said dryly, with an odd mixture of satisfaction in his tone.

So, Anthony said, bending down to look carefully at the only bottle of potion that allowed him to sense the breath of undead magic, why is this bottle a failure?

Snape said with false surprise, I don't know, I guess it's the color, Professor Anthony?

Anthony looked at the bottle of black-green liquid and was speechless for a moment.

You know that's not what I meant, Snape, said Anthony. What I'm asking is where it failed - other than the colour, he added quickly.

Probably the same reason why you can feel your magic skills. Snape looked a little annoyed and reluctantly admitted, The curse of the basilisk venom is too strong... It even broke the unicorn. That part of the animal’s blood that can sustain life.”

Have you tried diluting...forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything. Anthony shook his head. Snape was looking at him again with that look that wanted to give him a T.

Anthony couldn't help but think back to Professor Flitwick's argument about the basilisk's venom poisoning the soul.

The curse of the basilisk venom may be too strong. Anthony repeated thoughtfully, What if it is the material that simulates the basilisk venom? Venom extracts from seven kinds of venomous snakes or something like that?

If Snape was a little surprised that Anthony knew something that simulated basilisk venom, he didn't show it.

It was a failed attempt, said Snape. It has been proven that it does not contain any power to break the curse.

But it does make people more half-dead, Anthony insisted, I just wonder what would happen. The healing power of unicorn blood being weakened by snake venom?

Snape's dark eyes stared at the reagent bottle in the potion cabinet that mixed basilisk venom and unicorn blood, and he replied slowly: In any case, trying to mix unicorn blood and snake venom can only...

He paused suddenly, swayed, and put his hands on the cabinet, his expression frighteningly bad.

Snape? Anthony asked worriedly.

Snape's eyes moved to his face, his dark eyes like deep and empty tunnels.

That's the end of today's discussion, Professor Anthony. He said, I need to... talk to the principal.

I’ll post 2,000 words first - there are still 2,000 words left today, and the extra flag I set up will also be closed (sad)

Has anyone ever heard of such a thing as being stuck in traffic for five hours under heavy snow? (Snape tone)