The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Lack of appetite... The clerk lowered his head, looked at the huge mouse from behind his glasses, and muttered, Okay, let's take a look.

A ferocious-looking owl flew over and landed on a large cage on the counter - which contained a group of sleek and elegant black mice - the owl looked at the black mice with piercing eyes, and then looked at them again. Looking at the fat mouse on the counter, he lowered his head in interest.

Go, go! It's not that you have a loss of appetite! The clerk waved the owl away impatiently, Reese, could you please add some owl food to the trough - I'm sorry, sir. Let's take a look at your mouse. This What is it, bitten by a cat?”

Yes, Anthony said, leaning over with the clerk to look at the small, white healed scar on Scabbers' belly. The black mice squeaked beside them, scrambling to stick their noses out of the wire bars of the cage, looking at Spot lying on his back.

The clerk nodded, turned Banban over again, and stared at its sparse hair.

Is it still very lethargic?

Anthony said firmly: Yes. When he lived in the Burrow, he often heard Ron and the Weasley twins quarreling over Scabbers and Elon. Fred and George liked to emphasize that Scabbers was fat and lazy. , only eat, drink and sleep.”

The clerk pinched Banban's tail again. How old is it? she asked Anthony.

I don't know, Anthony said. I guess at least three years old?

It's pretty good that a mouse like this can live for three years. The clerk told him, Does it usually eat nuts?

Uh... I don't know. Anthony tried to remember life in the Burrow. I guess it sometimes eats the crushed peanuts on the peanut cookies.

When was the last time you were in heat?

Anthony hesitated: I don't know.

Is teeth grinding bad?

I am not sure……

The clerk's eyes flickered back and forth on the faces of Banban and Anthony.

Did you find it in the trash?

No. Anthony said seriously, This is my friend's pet.

Ah, I'm very sorry. The clerk said, Of course you are not, but sometimes we do encounter customers who deliberately make fun of us. In order to apologize, she put on a pair of thicker glasses and caught Banban Look carefully in front of your nose.

She frowned and hummed meaningfully.

What happened to its left ear? she asked.

Anthony studied the spot pointed by the clerk's finger in surprise, and then realized that Spot's left ear was damaged.

Probably seeing that his answer would be I don't know again, the clerk smacked his lips, bent down and rummaged under the counter for a while, found nothing, straightened up, and said loudly: Reese, please go and look for it in the warehouse. Some rat tonic!”

Okay, coming right away. Reese responded loudly across several rows of magic rabbits and cats.

Please wait a moment, sir. the clerk said, continuing to look at Banban, and its front paws - look, there is a toe missing here. She shook her head, This mouse has suffered a lot. It can survive It’s incredible that it’s been that long.”

Anthony felt the need to defend the Weasleys: His owner was very kind to him. I think this was an injury he suffered before he came to my friend's house.

I believe it, sir. The clerk murmured, squeezing Ban Ban's bulging, limp body, To be honest, we also have a magic potion that can repair pet's broken limbs. It may be a little more expensive, but it can make your life better. Your pet—or your friend's pet—becomes whole again. Do you want it?

How expensive is it? Anthony asked.

Four Gallons and Five Sickles, the clerk said, pointing to the black mouse next to him, Or you can also consider buying another mouse for your friend. They can do some interesting tricks and are relatively cheap. Nine Sickles.”

Seeing Anthony looking over, the black mice immediately jumped around with their tails on their tails, showing themselves off vigorously.

Thank you, but I don't think its owner would want to replace it with a mouse. Anthony said, They have a deep relationship. How far can the potion you just mentioned repair it? He looked at Scabbers, It fell off Does the hair belong to the severed limb?”

No. The clerk said, However, unless it is damaged by black magic, I guarantee that you will bring back a mouse with intact ears and intact front paws. Look at this paw. For a mouse, the front paw is The claws are much more important than the back claws... Oh! God, you scared me. Did you get the mouse booster? What are you doing standing here, Rhys?

Anthony raised his head and saw the clerk named Reese staring at Scabbers, his face twitching strangely. His eyes were very strange, but he slowly handed the small red bottle of Mouse Strengthener to the waiter who was a little impatient.

Anthony glanced at him and looked away. There were always some weirdos among wizards, and he was getting used to it.

Ten drops every three hours, or three drops every hour. The clerk said, Three sips can make seven knuts.

Great, thank you. Anthony said, counting the coins from his wallet and handing them over. Please seal it for me. My way back is still a bit bumpy.

No problem. The clerk said, neatly wrapping a few more circles of tape on the outside of the bottle for him, and even tied a bow for him.

Anthony nodded and smiled at her, took the reagent bottle, and reached out to grab Banban——

A hand suddenly grasped his wrist. Rhys held onto Anthony tightly and smiled calmly: May I know this mouse's name, sir?

The clerk yelled, Reese Lambert! What are you doing!

Anthony looked at Rhys in surprise.

Banban, he said, its name is Banban.

Scabbers, Rhys repeated, looking down at Ron's mouse. Banban didn't seem to be aware of his gaze, she just held the peanuts given by the clerk and gnawed them with satisfaction. Anthony looked at Rhys inquiringly.

Reese let go of Anthony: I'm sorry, sir. He didn't have any more explanation. He just nodded apologetically to Anthony and directed the broom and rag to clean the pet store.

Anthony was confused and left as the clerk apologized. Banban held a large handful of peanuts comfortably in his pocket.

…

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but after coming out of the Florin Fusco ice cream shop, Anthony always felt that someone was following him. He turned his head and looked around, but found no clues.

He went to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. Just like Daniel said, there was a general cleaning here, the store was so messy that there was nowhere to stand, and everyone was too busy to pay attention to him.

Why is this year's spring cleaning suddenly advanced? Anthony asked, standing on the ladder to avoid brushing and grabbing the broom under the bookshelf.

Daniel looked around, leaned closer to Anthony, and whispered angrily: It's not because of the Ministry of Magic... In order to pass the Muggle Protection Act, they disturbed the entire Diagon Alley. Knockturn Alley has thrown away its own garbage. It’s everywhere, and they don’t care. They only interrogate upright shops like ours... Last month...

Daniel! Where's the purchase register! someone shouted from the other end of the bookstore. Another forbidden black magic book has been found!

Daniel cursed and shrugged at Anthony: You see, Henry, I don't have time to entertain you right now. Alas, I really don't like dealing with these black magic...

I do have a suggestion. Anthony grabbed the ladder and flashed several copies of Flying Quidditch flying through the air. If you agree, I think the restricted book section of the Hogwarts library will be happy to do so. Receive them. If there are books too dangerous, I understand that professors have rather horrific private collections.

Daniel's eyes lit up: Yes! Great, Henry, if you are willing to help us contact the Hogwarts library...

I will write to you. Anthony nodded, happy that he had more possible research documents.

…

After leaving Flourish and Blotts, Anthony walked around Diagon Alley, chatted with Tom in the Leaky Cauldron for a while, and bought a bottle of brandy to give to Hagrid. After he finished all this, he came out of the Leaky Cauldron, intending to buy some Muggle white wine for the cat, not the watery stuff like the Leaky Cauldron.

Anthony mentally counted the pounds in his wallet and considered how many bottles he should buy.

He stopped suddenly. That feeling of being watched came back.

This is a deserted alley, facing the backyards of two bars. They all stand quietly in the sunlight, with their doors closed.

Therefore, Anthony could only faintly hear the traffic and the noise of people on Charing Cross Street at this time. If you listen carefully, you can seem to hear the sound of music wafting out of the record store, but it is quickly blown away intermittently by the November wind.

Walking through this secluded path, he could reach a large supermarket that amazed him. People would drive their cars and carry boxes and boxes of goods home.

Anthony turned around and faced the air: If you want to do something, this is the most suitable place.

silence.

A plastic bag was trembling slightly at the base of the wall, blown by the wind that turned in, and hung on the damaged bricks. Empty beer bottles rolled around on the floor, making a clattering sound.

I mean no harm, sir.

A man stepped out of the shadows, still wearing wizard robes. With both hands raised, he awkwardly but deftly showed Anthony the wand in his pocket.

Mr. Reese? Anthony asked not too surprised.

My last name is Lambert, Reese corrected, still smiling. He didn't seem to expect Anthony to realize so quickly that he was following.

Anthony sighed: What do you want, Mr. Lambert?

I know this is weird, Rhys said. I must be crazy. May I know your name, sir?

Anthony looked at him and said nothing. No less than eight ways to curse himself by name flashed through his mind, each of which meant that the other person was also an Azkaban escapee.

He looked at Reese carefully, and suddenly saw an old leather box lying at Reese's feet. Anthony couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Judging from the novels he has read, if tracking and suitcase appear in the same chapter, they usually mean things like confidential documents, money, and weapons.

Oh, this. Reese glanced at the box, That's my luggage, because I was fired.

I'm sorry to hear that, Anthony said, but, Mr. Lambert, I still don't understand what you want.

Rhys took a step forward.

I want an answer, he said softly, I'm sorry, sir, I'm so confused...

Excuse me, what?

That mouse. Reese took a few steps forward and said softly, as if he was afraid of waking up something. That mouse, sir. Could you please let me take a look at it again?

Anthony glared at him. Reese's hands were still raised high, his eyes full of sincere hope. Scabbers was sleeping peacefully in Anthony's pocket, snoring slightly.

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't promise. Anthony said, I promised others to take the mouse back safely.

I just needed to see him, Reese said. See him. It's very important to me, sir.

He sounded so much like a madman. Anthony looked at him and then at his suitcase. In a flash of lightning, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

You killed that clerk! he said in disbelief. You killed that Owl Store clerk, Lawton!

Reese's eyes widened in surprise.

I don't!

That's Lawton's box. Anthony said with certainty, looking at Reese warily, There's still owl droppings on it that haven't been wiped off. He held his breath secretly, sensing that there were a lot of rats and mice on this street. Fox carcass.

That's not—I'm Lawton, sir, Rhys said, suddenly putting on a sad face. I'm Lawton.

Anthony was immediately horrified. He was facing a guy who kept changing his identity, and the other guy was chasing him because of Ron's spots. No matter which way you look at it, this is bizarre.

If you just want to see it, I can send you a picture of it, Anthony said.

That's different, sir, said Reese (or Lawton).

Just then, Banban woke up. It was holding a peanut and sticking its head out of Anthony's pocket.

The next moment, an expression that was so complex that it was difficult to recognize suddenly appeared on Reese's face. Anthony cautiously reached out to protect Scabbers, but Reese had already rushed over and knocked Anthony to the ground. Rhys put one hand firmly against Anthony's pocket, and with the other he drew out his wand.

Banban screamed in horror and dropped the peanuts in his hands to the floor.

Hello, old friend. I take it you don't recognize me? Rhys said gently, poking his wand straight at the mouse's throat. I'm really surprised...you probably don't realize the way you hold things and the way you hold them. Are the other mice different, Scabbers—Peter?”