The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 227 Remus Lupin

Banban twisted and struggled desperately. Anthony sat on the ground, whipped out his wand, and threatened Reese: Back off, Mr. Lambert.

Rhys froze suddenly, looking down at Anthony's wand.

I mean you no harm, sir, Rhys said, still holding Anthony's pocket tightly.

Banban screamed more and more miserably.

Let it go! Anthony demanded, staring into Reese's eyes.

Rhys took a deep breath: Look, I didn't even use the disarming spell. Anthony raised his wand again, I can explain - this is not a rat, sir, this is an Animagus - —”

Banban finally turned his head and bit Reese hard. Blood seeped out immediately. Reese took a deep breath, and for the first time, a look of pain appeared on his face.

I was still thinking... Rhys whispered, tightening his fingers twitchingly, I had a lot of questions, Peter. Why didn't you come to me? Why are you still alive? But it looks like I don't have to anymore. I asked...you have changed people, haven't you? His tone was extremely steady, with a scary light shining in his eyes.

I'm afraid you're mistaken, Mr. Lambert. This is not an Animagus. Anthony said, slowly pressing the wand to Rhys's chest. Please let it go, otherwise its owner will be very sad. of.

At this moment, Banban jerked away. With the crisp tearing sound of the pocket fabric, the fat mouse finally escaped from Reese's tightening hands, jumped to the ground in a panic, nimbly jumped over several empty cans, and ran wildly against the wall.

All turned to stone! Reese waved his wand, All turned to stone! Fainted to the ground - torn apart!

Several magic spells passed by Banban quickly and dangerously, hitting the ground and walls, sending dust flying. Banban ran faster, nimbly dodging the falling bricks, bypassing a yellowed and broken rubber water pipe, and ran toward the busy street——

It was suddenly blocked by several rickety rat carcasses. Those who died from rat poison still had their fur intact, while those who were bitten to death by unknown animals had their bellies open, or only half of their bodies were dragged.

Banban squeaked, kicked off the ground, and jumped over the head of the mouse in front of him. Its hind leg was bitten by one of the corpses, but it continued running forward without hesitation, scraping against the rough wall along the way.

With a snap, the rat corpse, whose neck had been bitten off, completely lost its head and fell to the ground. It struggled to get up and then spun around in a daze. Its head was still hanging on Banban's legs, and its teeth were firmly embedded in Banban's soft flesh, swinging as it ran.

As if a strong wind was blowing, more tiny bones were flying in the air, forming more tattered rat skeletons and rushing toward Banban. The next moment, amid Scabbers's desperate cry, the skeleton mouse delivered the overweight mouse to Anthony's hands.

You can't run away. Anthony muttered, standing up and apologetically throwing the mouse head aside on Scabbers' lap, Mr. Weasley is still waiting for you.

At the same time, Reese was being pinned to the ground by several fox corpses still stained with mud and garbage - the fox's body was cut into several parts by the magic spell, and ropes came out of nowhere to entangle them, and they were about to be killed. Pulled off the ground - but Reese's movements stopped the moment he saw Anthony grab Scabbers.

His neck was exposed beneath the fox's threateningly open mouth, but he didn't seem to care.

Give him to me! he said, an unconscious hint of pleading in his voice. Please, sir, listen to me. I need—I must—

A scream interrupted him.

Both Anthony and Reese turned their attention to the place where the sound came from.

A girl dressed in fashionable teenage clothes stood behind Reese, covering her mouth with her tattooed hands, her eyes wide open. Her eyes scanned in panic at the rat corpses scurrying all over the ground, the scattered but still moving dead foxes, and the bones scattered around Anthony's feet. to the wand in his hand.

Then, she met Anthony's gaze as he stood. Her eyes were full of horror. The girl took a slight step back.

I didn't see anything... she said, I didn't see anything! Then she turned around suddenly, ran wildly, and screamed, Help! Someone help me! That alley ——”

The next second, Rhys had raised his wand towards the girl. Anthony's heart sank suddenly.

No! he snapped, glaring at Rhys. The foxes pounced, and Anthony crashed into Rhys.

At the same time, the shock technique had made Reese's breath stagnant. Scabbers rolled his eyes in Anthony's hands and fainted silently.

Anthony pressed down Reese's arm holding the wand, knocking the other man's body crooked. Only then did the curse shouted by Reese really reach his ears: Dizzy——

Reese's head had hit the beer bottle in the corner.

His eyes were locked on Banban held in Anthony's hand, his lips moved a few times, and finally he fainted unwillingly.

Anthony looked down at him for a while, then stood up.

In this remote alley filled with corpses, beside him was Reese who was covered in dust and covered with scars. In his hand was Banban, who had added scars out of thin air. Not far away, there was probably a teenager screaming in terror. The rat tonic in his pocket had been crushed and dripped down his clothes.

Uh... Anthony said.

…

Oh my God! Professor McGonagall gasped and looked at the person on Anthony's bed, What is going on?

The cat glanced at her, stretched out gracefully on the fluffy pillow, and jumped out of the window sill.

Before Professor McGonagall came in, it was throwing a tantrum because Anthony didn't bring back the wine as promised, and the fact that Anthony suddenly appeared in the bedroom carrying a living thing with Coco's help only made things worse.

I'm worried that I got into trouble, Minerva. Anthony said guiltily, closing the door tightly with his backhand. I had a fight with this gentleman, and the Muggles saw it.

Henry!

I know, I'm sorry, said Anthony, but if I can defend myself, I'd say the other person is more to blame than I am. I was just taking Weasley's pet to the Magical Creatures Shop - you know, he was injured before. - he rushed out and said the rat was an Animagus.

This is impossible. Professor McGonagall said flatly, The Weasley family has had that mouse for a long, long time. No rational person can tolerate being treated as a pet for so long. Besides, Anima Guts is a very dangerous form of transfiguration, and anyone who wants to try an Animagus needs to register with the Ministry of Magic to get the correct and appropriate care. I don't recall anyone whose Animagus form is that of a rat .”

Anthony nodded: I also told Mr. Lambert that he must have made a mistake, but he didn't listen at all.

Lambert?

Rhys Lambert. I'm not sure if that's his real name, Anthony said. He was an employee at the Fantastic Beasts Shop - he was, he's been fired now - but I know he used to use Other names, he was a clerk at the Eela Owl Store at the time... God, that's so complicated.

Professor McGonagall walked over quickly and looked at the person on the bed. She looked at it carefully for a while, pursed her lips, took out her wand, and tapped the other person's head lightly.

Anthony watched as the other man's dark hair faded to some sort of grayish white and became shorter.

Professor McGonagall muttered a spell in a low voice, grabbed her sleeve and wiped it vigorously on the other person's face. The other person's sallow skin dissolved like water, revealing a pale and wrinkled face. Both Anthony and Professor McGonagall saw the scars on his face.

How could... Professor McGonagall whispered, Remus!

Her eyes shifted confusedly between the haggard face of the man on the bed and Anthony, and then returned her attention to the man's patched robe and thin body.

Remus Lupin, she told Anthony, he doesn't look like he's doing well...what's wrong with his head?

Anthony said with some guilt: I hit a glass beer bottle.

Professor McGonagall looked up at him. Anthony shrugged awkwardly.

This shouldn't be the case, Professor McGonagall muttered. Anthony could see in her mind that she was imagining herself swinging the beer bottle - like a troll swinging a stick - at Lupin's head.

He felt that he needed to reveal more: He hit the bottle in the corner... Well, before that, he was entangled by three foxes, and he also encountered my shock technique at close range...

What's yours? Professor McGonagall asked.

Anthony whispered: Shock spell... I am a necromancer, Minerva.

Thank you, I almost forgot about this. Professor McGonagall said sternly, How could you possibly fight with him, Henry? I just can't imagine...

Like I said, he wanted Mr. Weasley's rat, and I said no, Anthony recalled. His attitude was very strange... Like he said, he really meant me no harm. But He kept demanding that I give him Scabbers, so after the Muggle saw us, I subconsciously thought he might hurt her.

Professor McGonagall glared at him, her face tensed, and she thought for a while.

Remus is the furthest thing from insane I've ever known, she finally said, but I haven't seen him in years... Black's betrayal and James and Peter's sworn rivalry. His influence must have been great...

I wish you could have seen what it was like— Anthony paused suddenly.

What's wrong?

Wait, the death of James and Peter? Anthony said doubtfully, I remember Lambert... Mr. Lupin insisted on calling Scabbers Peter and asked why he was alive.

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows high: What?

Yes, he kept calling that mouse Peter, like a rabbit in a blue jacket, Anthony said. Who's Peter?

The person on the bed suddenly let out a weak moan. The next moment, his eyes opened suddenly, he looked at the ceiling warily, and his hand reached for the wand in his arms.

Then, he half-supported his body and turned his head to see Anthony and Professor McGonagall next to him. Lupine closed his eyes slightly, released his wand, and supported himself to the head of the bed.

Oh my God, he said. Well, good afternoon, Minerva.

Professor McGonagall said nothing, her lips pursed tightly in worry.

Don't tell me it's not afternoon anymore. Lupine smiled and turned his gaze to Anthony, Sir, I'm so sorry... I guess you already know, but I am Remus Lupin. He added He said, True name.

Henry Anthony. Anthony said, Nice to meet you. He saw Lupine touching the big bump on the back of his head, And, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry.

Nice to meet you. Lupine said with a smile and put down his hand nonchalantly. May I know where that mouse went? I remember you caught it.

Just outside, Anthony said. In the office.

Professor McGonagall finally asked: Remus...is that Peter?

Oh, you know? Lupine said, standing up. Excuse me, Mr. Anthony. I need to see him first. He added gently, I remember that he was very good at escaping.

Are you sure, Remus? Professor McGonagall said, but she had already quickly walked to Anthony's bedroom door and opened it.

Her eyes scanned Anthony's office sharply: Where is it, Henry?

On the desk. Since someone is chasing it, I think it's best to give it a little something. Anthony said, following behind them. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure it can't escape.

Henry, Animagus still has human intelligence... Professor McGonagall said, then stopped, Oh.

In front of them was a very delicate hamster wheel, and the huge Banban was squeezed inside, making it look very cramped. It was crunching the metal railing with its teeth, but it didn't leave a single trace. The resentful mouse was lying on a pile of books, guarding it conscientiously.

Seeing Professor McGonagall and Remus Lupine appear in front of it, Scabbers seemed even more frightened. It squeaked, gnawed at the railing frantically, and tried desperately with its claws to open the charm-locked wheel door, but the wheel didn't even move.

The resentful mouse jumped down from the book, as if he wanted to teach Banban how to use the running wheel. He stood up with his much smaller body, grabbed the railing, and turned the running wheel vigorously.

The running wheel slowly rotated, rolling around and around with Banban inside. It screamed.

My hamster wheel is very sturdy, Anthony said calmly. Most of my furniture is very sturdy because I have a cat with a bad temper.