The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Ron snatched Scabbers back, checked him over and over for a while, and said sadly: I think the cat bit his belly... He stroked Scabbers cherishingly, It's too fat, so it's still alive. .”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

I knew Mrs. Norris had never killed a student's pet! Filch shouted triumphantly. Mrs. Norris screamed hoarsely and licked her tangled gray hair with her tongue, without any effect.

Harry looked down at Scabbers lying in Ron's palm and suggested, Let's take it to Madam Pomfrey to see.

Good idea. Hermione agreed. You can also ask how to cure hair loss in mice.

I don't think she would be particularly happy to see a rat in the ward, said Ron sadly.

Professor Flitwick took the initiative and said, Let me see, Mr. Weasley. I learned a few tricks from the therapist at St. Mungo's.

Can you, Professor Flitwick? said Ron, already handing Scabbers out.

Of course, Professor Flitwick is very knowledgeable in healing magic. Professor McGonagall said, getting closer, Although I'm not as good as you, Filius, but maybe I can...

Banban's nose twitched twice. The next second, Ron shouted: Scabbers!

The moment he opened his eyes, Banban jumped off his palm, got into the crowd and ran away. He was not as vigorous as an old and weak fat mouse that had just escaped from a cat's mouth. Ron didn't even have time to close his fingers and grab it.

There were exclamations one after another from the crowd.

here!

Wait, let's run away - so fast!

Ron squeezed through several rows of people, stood on tiptoe for a while, then squatted down, trying to find a bare rat tail in the gaps between people's shoes and wizard robes: Scabbers? Scabbers! Where are you going? ?”

Professor Flitwick whispered to Professor McGonagall: Damn Animagus, Minerva.

Oh...that's right, said Professor McGonagall. Anthony suspected that he saw a hint of embarrassment flash across her serious face.

Harry and Hermione looked up at Professor McGonagall, obviously thinking of her Transfiguration.

Look on the bright side, Mr. Weasley. Anthony comforted, At least this means that Scabbers is not seriously injured.

Professor McGonagall also said: I think it will come back on its own, Mr. Weasley. Now go get something to eat.

Harry and Ron's stomachs rumbled at the right time.

Professor Flitwick smiled at the three of them. Harry blushed.

You - you don't blame us anymore, Professor McGonagall? Hermione asked tremblingly.

What? No, of course not. Professor McGonagall said, I know that for those who want to protect their friends, it is impossible not to be angry in the face of such a situation... I understand very well. No, Gran Miss Jie, if it wasn’t allowed by the school rules, I would even give you extra points.”

The three people looked at each other, unable to believe what they heard. The students on the side were simply stunned.

If you don't hurry up, the last piece of pumpkin cake will disappear from the table. Professor Freevey said cheerfully.

Harry, Ron and Hermione walked towards the Great Hall, still hearing their conversation.

I got points deducted on the last day of October! Hermione said in disbelief.

Well, just ten points, Hermione, said Ron, looking distractedly around the corner and under the railing. You can add them back in less than three days.

Hermione retorted anxiously: That's not ten, it's thirty!

Harry comforted her: Just think that Ron and I have just been deducted twenty points by Snape - this is normal, Hermione. Let's go eat chips and pumpkin cake.

…

After Halloween, the weather gets even colder. As if suddenly, Hogwarts has entered winter. All the colorful autumn leaves had fallen away, and the surface of the Black Lake began to freeze faintly. However, the sun shone brightly for a long time the next day, and all the unformed ice melted again.

Students begin putting on their scarves and gloves. The house elves kept all the hearths burning brightly. When I wake up every morning, the windows are as cold as an ice cube.

Dumbledore seemed to be busy again and rarely appeared in school. The note directing people to find Professor McGonagall or Snape was placed on his desk again.

Because professors were reluctant to enter the staff room to read passwords, it took a week for anyone to notice that there was no one in the principal's office. The entry code was changed to Pumpkin Candy, but by the time the professors found out, Honeydukes was about to take their special Halloween candy off the shelves.

Although not at school, Dumbledore still kept in touch with Anthony through letters - mostly to discuss how to welcome Dumbledore's two old friends.

Under Dumbledore's hint, Anthony finally realized that the living person who was about to curse the Wraith Chicken was none other than Nico Flamel, who had lived for more than six hundred years.

Nico has always said that he really wants to curse those gloomy necromancers. Dumbledore wrote, This can be regarded as fulfilling his wish.

…

As the temperature gradually dropped, Anthony moved the fresh vegetables Neville had given him indoors. The wraith mouse would sometimes jump on the flowerpot and sniff the fresh food curiously, while the cat just rolled around on the pillow and spent more time trying to get Anthony to get a drink.

Anthony lay on the bed and played with it for a while, then turned over and sat up to get his coat.

Okay, okay. He compromised, I'll buy you a drink... Arthur and Molly just happened to ask me to find a chance to take Scabbers to the Magical Beasts store.

The cat purred with satisfaction.

…

The corridor was very lively. The Weasley twins, Roger and Emery, have begun selling the first generation of Roger the Snake. Before Filch updated his list of prohibited magic items, Anthony would occasionally encounter students commanding Roger Snake to play and attack each other.

While passing through a small and remote corridor, Anthony saw a student who was entangled by several old Roger snakes. The student smiled and waved his wand, throwing Roger's old snake together, making them entangle themselves tighter and tighter, and finally tied them into a dead knot.

Good idea. Fred said, First prize, here, this is your reward- The student took a silver coin and left happily, George, we need to find a way to prevent the old snake from doing it. Such a stupid way to do something.”

You can make them trigger another magical effect when they get entangled... George said, What do you think about making them secrete slug mucus?

Try to relax. Anthony suggested as he walked quickly past them, Also, Mr. Weasley, magic is not allowed in the corridor. Don't let us catch you.

Okay, Professor! George shouted.

Fred complained, What, we're 'Mr. Weasley' again now?

…

Anthony found another Mr. Weasley, Ron Weasley, on the edge of the Black Lake. Ron was squatting on the ground, coaxing his mouse with a small piece of buttered white bread: Come on, Scabbers, eat something.

Hermione said, I don't think he should eat any more, Ron. He just had corn salad an hour ago!

You don't understand. Ron said impatiently, You don't keep pets. Ever since he was bitten by Filch's damn cat, Scabbers has been losing his appetite...

Harry said fairly, But he ate all the popcorn you left on your bedside last night.

Good morning, Mr. Weasley. Anthony said, amused as the three people squatting together turned to look at him, Good morning, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger.

Professor Anthony?

Mr. Weasley, your parents... Anthony said, watching Ron sigh.

I know, Ron said, Don't fight, eat more vegetables, take care of Ginny, and wish Harry a Merry Christmas. Percy has told me. Hermione poked him hard in the ribs, and Ron Added, Professor.

Nothing is wrong. Anthony couldn't help but laugh. Your parents asked me to ask you if you would like me to take Scabbers to the Fantastic Beasts Shop in Diagon Alley. We can do a physical examination on your mouse there.

Ron hesitated and said, That must be very expensive...

You don't have to worry about the price, Mr. Weasley. Anthony comforted, Scabbers was bitten by Mrs. Norris of the school, so the school will be responsible for it.

Really? In that case... okay. Ron looked at Scabbers reluctantly and handed it into Anthony's hands, When will you come back, Professor Anthony?

Before supper at the latest, Anthony promised, I will return your mouse to you as soon as I come back.

…

Seemingly recognizing him as the professor who had been to the Burrow during the summer, Scabbers meekly slipped into Anthony's pocket without much resistance.

However, compared to the ghost rat who could barely feel the weight, Anthony clearly felt that Scabbers was making his pocket drop. He couldn't help but glance at Ron - Ron was looking worriedly at Scabbers' long tail hanging out of his pocket - and secretly wondered why he thought Scabbers needed to eat more.

After saying goodbye to the three of them (and once again promising to be back before dinner), Anthony walked to Hogsmeade, and then, with a snap, he apparated into a barren mountain.

Several chickadees flew away in surprise. Anthony reached into his pocket to make sure Scabbers was still there. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, as soft as a fine carpet.

He stepped hard to ensure that he would not fall, and then continued to spin.

There was another soft snap. The next moment, Anthony's figure appeared behind an abandoned farm.

Snapped.

Anthony stood among the poor few trees in the park. The adjacent hedgerows were trimmed to a regular, industrious appearance, surrounding the bare flowerbeds. Several children were sliding down the slide, screaming and laughing.

Snapped.

Anthony stood in the passage behind several small buildings, next to a garbage truck. Scabbers squeaked in terror in his pocket. Anthony reached into his pocket and touched it soothingly.

One of the benefits of being a corpse: because he doesn't have to worry about splitting up, he can continuously apparate over long distances.

Snapped.

He stood on the noisy street of Diagon Alley and almost ran into Daniel.

Daniel was holding a pile of waste paper above his head. After noticing that there was a pair of shoes in front of him, he temporarily turned his left foot to the right of his right foot, avoiding Anthony with a certain dance-like grace and dexterity, and stayed in place. Turned in a circle.

While he looked up at the pile of paper to make sure nothing was floating down, he asked angrily: Who is it - Henry?

Long time no see, how are you doing? Anthony smiled, I guess you are not in the mood to shake hands right now.

I'm not in the mood to have a cordial chat with you, unless you're going to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink later. Daniel said, We're extremely busy - it's the end of the year, and the store manager has decided to clean up early this year. No, you No need... That's great, thank you. It's nice to see you.

Anthony helped him hold half of the waste paper while walking with him towards Obscurus Books.

So, Henry, why did you want to come to Diagon Alley today? Daniel asked.

Anthony glanced into his pocket: Take the student's pet for a physical examination.

Daniel laughed, I thought you were the Muggle Studies professor.

As far as I know, I am, said Anthony. So the Muggle Studies professor is going to check in a rat at the Fantastic Beasts Shop after helping Flourish and Blotts transport its three feet of scraps.

Fantastic Beasts Shop?

Anthony shrugged and hugged the pile of paper upwards: I can't take the mouse to the Eela Owl Store.

Daniel smiled and said: The old owl will drive you out.

…

While Daniel stayed at the publishing house and argued with each other whether these were waste papers that no one would want or precious books that were damaged in the bookstore, Anthony left quietly.

Scabbers seemed to have regained some energy, and with great effort he poked his head out of his pocket and breathed in the air of Diagon Alley greedily.

Wizards and witches hurriedly walked through the streets, the doorbells of various shops rang crisply, buyers bargained, and sellers tried to prove their innocence. The scent of roasted chestnuts floated in the air, smelling it at the cold transition between autumn and winter. It looks extremely tempting.

Finally, Anthony heard the cries of toads one after another.

He pushed open the store door and heard the witch standing in front of the clerk say anxiously: Ever since it ate our old doorbell, it has stopped ringing...so we ate another one for it. small……

Why did you feed it the doorbell?

Because we want it to be a doorbell.

The clerk said, No, ma'am, you should feed it some 'Toad Croaks,' including the kind that make doorbell noises. We also have some special leftovers from Halloween that will make your toad make a spooky sound. Cry. If you want to buy...

No, I don't want it, the witch said angrily, I just want those Muggles to stay away from me. I don't really want them to call my cozy little home a haunted house!

She picked up the huge toad (which was looking at Scabbers with a weary look) and squeezed past Anthony.

Then buy some ordinary Guaguaxiang, madam! the clerk said loudly, We have a promotion!

He was answered by an angry toad cry. The witch lifted the toad upside down and shook it, and the trumpet and doorbell fell out. She looked at the clerk with dissatisfaction, walked around the owl feathers and droppings on the ground (another clerk was directing the broom and rag to fly over to clean them), and left with the toad.

That is indeed one way. The clerk explained to Anthony, But our toads are really unsaleable... How can I help you, sir?

Anthony took it out hesitantly: I want to ask you to see this mouse... Well, why it has a loss of appetite.

Scabbers was looking longingly at a half-eaten can of cat tuna.