The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

What did he write? Anthony asked with interest, looking around Hagrid's house, thankful that he didn't see another dragon egg.

The room was filled with the aroma of steam and onion soup, and books about dangerous magical animals were still placed in the corner, seemingly more numerous than when he last came. On the table were open envelopes, a few scattered pieces of parchment, and what seemed like a photo.

Anthony looked closer and saw that it was not a picture of Noble, but a large empty space. The trees next to the clearing all fell down, and the ashes of the fire were still floating feebly in some of the fractures. Some broken fence-like things were piled in the corner, with various - things scattered in the middle. Anthony really couldn't tell what they were, because they were either broken into pieces or tangled and twisted together, and half of them were burned to black ash.

Norbert bit the researcher's robe to pieces and made a scene when they tried to isolate him. Hagrid introduced happily, Charlie said this was the worst-tempered Norwegian Ridgeback he had ever seen - you See for yourself, Henry. The letter is there.

He asked Anthony to sit down on the chair and turned to find the teapot to boil water.

As soon as Anthony picked up the letter, he felt a sudden weight on his leg. He lowered his head and found that Yaya was resting his head on his lap, drooling and looking at him longingly, as if what he picked up was not Charlie's letter but some kind of snack.

Do you also want to know what Charlie wrote? Anthony lowered his head and asked.

Hagrid finally found his kettle - not the copper kettle with the leaky bottom that Norbert had stayed in - he moved the onion soup aside, put the kettle on the fire, and turned around: What?

I'm asking Yaya. Anthony said, unfolded the letter and started reading.

Dear Hagrid: It's great to hear from you. I wanted to write to you a few weeks ago, but there was so much going on that I never found the right time.

First of all, I'm very happy to tell you that your Norwegian Ridgeback, Norbert, has arrived at the reserve in perfect condition - the one that's not intact is my friends' broom, but the reserve will naturally reimburse us for it.

We plan to all replace them with the latest model of Nimbus 2001. As I write this, I am anxiously looking forward to the approval of this application.

Secondly, Norbert is the most picky and vicious Norwegian Ridgeback I have ever seen. God! What do you usually feed him and play with him? He was very angry the first moment he woke up in the box. , colleagues had to take turns reinforcing the box to ensure that it would not directly smash through the crate and fly out.

Speaking of which, this is the first Norwegian Ridgeback I've ever seen that could fly and breathe fire proficiently at such a young age. The researcher didn't expect it to be able to breathe full-blown flames and almost got burned. ... Anthony paused and looked up at the smiling Hagrid. Fang pressed his wet nose against his arm, so Anthony continued to read, At the same time, it messed up the entire New Dragon Isolation Field. Then. Attached to the letter were photos. We originally wanted to take a photo of Norbert, but he flew away as soon as he had enough fun.

So, I think I'm getting close to the point of this letter - how did you raise Nob so well, Hagrid? For the sake of our venerable researcher's head, I implore you to give us some experience and pointers .

It is now as ferocious as a female dragon guarding the egg, desperately protecting the black cloth (Anthony thinks Charlie may be referring to his wizard robe that was robbed by the dragon) and the bear doll. We can no longer Imagine how busy the reserve will be when it matures and comes into heat.

He seemed to be adapting well, but did not like the prying eyes of researchers. Although we were curious about Noble, given that he had just arrived in the reserve, we preferred not to provoke him too much and therefore did not observe his life in more depth.

By the way, if you get another dragon egg, please don't hesitate to contact us. A Hungarian Horntail just lost her fourth egg and is going berserk. There have been seven forest fires this month - oh , no, eight times. That’s it for this letter, I think I need to leave.

Yours faithfully, Charlie

Also, all that's left of that little bear is its head. We found half of its body in the crate it escaped from, but the other half is indeed missing. Norbert seems to like using the little bear's head as a ball. It uses its tail to roll around. We guess this is one of the reasons why its tail is so flexible and powerful.

“And by the way, your rock pancakes—they are rock pancakes, right—are loved by the Romanian Longhorned Dragon. We would be very happy and honored if you would share the recipe with us.

After Anthony finished reading the letter, he looked up and saw Hagrid looking at him expectantly.

That's great, Hagrid! Anthony said sincerely, That's great, that's really good news!

Especially since the other party, like Hagrid, sincerely admires the dangerous parts of the fire dragon. Anthony was originally a little worried that they would blame Hagrid for trying to exercise Norbert's hunting ability, but judging from Charlie's letter, they were just marveling at how wild the little dragon growing out of the teapot was.

Hagrid's face lit up with joy.

Do you think so, Henry? he said, rubbing his big hands. So, where do you think I should go to help that poor Hungarian treetop mother find her dragon egg?

…

After trying hard to get Hagrid to give up the idea of ​​​​looking for the missing dragon egg (judging from Hagrid's tone and his glance at the Magic Zoo plan, Anthony could not tell whether his persuasion had any effect), Anthony proposed a vacation and sea Let’s go to Romania’s Fire Dragon Sanctuary to see Noble.

You know, he definitely doesn't want to knock on the door one day and see the most interesting variety of all fire dragons quietly (or crackling) in his little iron pot.

Afterwards, he and Hagrid shared onion soup and rock biscuits, which were highly praised by the Romanian longhorned dragon. In the process, Anthony further confirmed that he was not a long-horned dragon.

After telling Hagrid one last time not to act recklessly (Hagrid muttered but and help), Anthony scratched Yaya's head and left the cabin.

After leaving the room with the warm fireplace, the cold wind at the end of October immediately got into his wizard robe. It was completely dark, there were no stars or moon, and the Forbidden Forest was silent. Hogwarts stood quietly at the end of the path, exuding an alluring warm light.

Even more tantalizingly, the Lock Your Heart Club campaign is apparently supposed to be over. Anthony stepped into the brightly lit hall and noticed that the long tables in each house had been cleared away. Lockhart was not on the staff bench. Only Filch and his gloomy Lady Norris were slowly eating fried rice. Fish and chips.

Anthony nodded towards Filch, unable to restrain his curiosity, he quietly walked to the staff lounge.

Hello, the gargoyle said sadly.

Hello, Anthony whispered, raising a finger to his lips. He was hesitating whether to open the door and take a look, when he saw Professor Binns passing through the wall in a daze and floating out.

Anthony was startled: Good evening, Professor Binns.

Professor Binns turned to him, apparently forgetting who he was. A thoughtful look appeared on his wrinkled face.

Good evening, good evening, he said. Good evening... um, Smith.

Anthony didn't correct him, just nodded, walked up the stairs, and left, wondering if Lockhart had given Professor Binns instructions on how to lock someone's heart. From the perspective of whether he could reach the lock, Anthony thought that Peeves might be a better teaching subject.

…

He didn't know until Monday morning that he had underestimated the Lock Your Heart Club's first faculty event.

Although no current faculty attended his event (except for Professor Binns), quite a few other ghosts besides Professor Binns attended the event, and even Myrtle accepted the invitation.

The fat monk announced that he had no desire for secular marriage and love, but he was willing to support the club started by the new professor. Nearly headless Nick was depressed because he received a rejection letter from the Headless Hunters, and was persuaded by the Fat Monk to come to the event to relax. In addition, he is about to celebrate the 500th anniversary of his death and needs some reference experience in organizing events.

After hearing what the Fat Friar was talking about, Bloody Barrow also attended this party that was said to be full of love and joy with a dull look on his face, and he came earlier than Lockhart. In contrast, the belated Lady Gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw, snorted coldly the moment she entered the room, interrupting Lockhart who was giving a passionate speech in the air-conditioned room. After this, Bloody Barro left quickly.

After Bloody Baron left, Peeves quickly poked his head in. After discovering that the faculty lounge was filled with ghosts and seemingly empty of professors, he asked, almost ecstatically, if he could be invited too.

Has Professor Lockhart agreed? Anthony asked breathlessly.

Did you hear the sound of glass breaking yesterday? Professor Sprout asked.

Anthony recalled: No.

Professor Sprout nodded with satisfaction: The soundproofing in the staff lounge is indeed good. Peeves smashed the chandelier in the lounge to the floor.

…

After the chandelier in the common room was repaired by Professor Flitwick, Lockhart did not mention his club among the professors for a while.

Dumbledore's Albacore Club was quite lively. Anthony heard that while communicating with the mermaids, a prefect accidentally learned the not-so-friendly words in the mermaid language, and he happily got into the bathtub in the prefect's bathroom and mumbled curses in the water.

He also heard that several other prefects had been added to the Albacore Club.

In this way, the last few days of October passed quickly, and Anthony ushered in his second Halloween at Hogwarts. This time last year, he was obsessed with undead magic, so he missed the opportunity to see the trolls in the textbook.

This year, he sat on the staff bench, admiring the results of the hard work of the staff and house elves. Thousands of candles in the hall turned into tens of millions of pumpkin lanterns, and the little bats conjured by magic were flying around the pumpkin lanterns. Anthony's cat paid them no heed, but Mrs. Norris remained crouched at the end of the long staff table, tail wagging, looking longingly at them. Professor McGonagall glanced at Mrs. Norris several times, and her face became even tighter.

Anthony thought the bats looked familiar, and after staring at them for a while, he remembered that they looked very much like the flapping keys that guarded the Philosopher's Stone. He confirmed with Professor Flitwick that it was indeed the decorative magic contributed by the Charms Professor.

Professor Flitwick was very happy to teach him this little magic spell, so when Hagrid took his seat, Anthony's cup was surrounded by two flying teaspoons.

Good evening, Henry! Hagrid rumbled, squeezing himself into the already large seat, What's that?

Anthony directed one of the teaspoons to fly to Hagrid's hand. Hagrid grabbed it and accidentally bent it.

Oh, I'm sorry - Hagrid said angrily, I thought it was some big flying insect.

Nice catch, Hagrid, Professor Sprout said kindly, placing a new teaspoon on the edge of his teacup.

Hagrid said with some pride: If it weren't for the fact that the broom couldn't carry me, maybe I would be quite suitable for playing Quidditch.

Even knowing that Hagrid was referring to the Seeker, Anthony couldn't help but think of what a great keeper Hagrid would have been - he would have been able to seal the ring - and play Gryffindor Quidditch that year. Captain Qi is sorry to lose such an outstanding player.

How are you today, Henry? Professor Sprout asked.

Not bad, very good. Anthony said, I finally finished writing the summary report of the third group of practical activities.

That's good, said Professor Sprout. What about you, Hagrid? I assume you're a bit busy today?

Hagrid said: Indeed. The pumpkins are all ripe. I spent the morning hollowing them out, and Professor Flitwick helped me carve them all in the afternoon.

Anthony followed his line of sight and saw a long row of huge jack-o-lanterns placed against the wall in the hall, each with a different carved pattern. Anthony even thought he saw a jack-o'-lantern that looked very much like a fire dragon with a bared fangs expression, and was secretly worried about it.

He turned his attention to Hagrid, wanting to warn him again not to try to find the Hungarian Horntail egg. But Hagrid's eyes were scanning the Gryffindor table, and he frowned.

What's wrong, Hagrid? Anthony asked worriedly.

I didn't see Harry, Ron or Hermione. I wanted to tell them that Charlie wrote to me, Hagrid said. It's strange that all three of them are not here. Where have they been?