The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Because he had to prepare for tomorrow's class, Anthony left quickly and missed the rest.

It was not until the next morning that he heard that Harry had not seen Lupin.

Snape apparently met this suspicious person who appeared in Hogwarts for no reason in the corridor and immediately knocked him unconscious. Lupine didn't even have time to form a complete sentence.

By the time Dumbledore and Fudge showed up at Hogwarts with a few Aurors, Lupine had become a dangerous werewolf who had infiltrated a school full of underage wizards and was being locked up under the supervision of the dedicated Potions Professor. There was a wry smile in the cellar.

Contrary to Anthony's expectations, even though Dumbledore failed to find his own witnesses, the Ministry of Magic arrested Peter Pettigrew without hesitation. In addition, Fudge also assured Dumbledore that a court session would be arranged as soon as possible to restore Sirius' reputation.

That's nothing surprising, Professor Bubbaji said, spreading a thick layer of jam on his toast. Our minister would love for everyone to know about it. Come to think of it, Barty K. What a huge mistake Rauch made by sending the innocent Sirius Black to Azkaban for eleven years without trial.

Anthony suddenly understood: Mr. Fudge deeply regrets this...

Professor Boubaji nodded: And we have corrected the mistakes that Crouch Sr. once made, and are committed to ensuring that all cases can receive fair rulings.

Professor Flitwick leaned over and asked with concern: Has the court date been set?

Not yet, but probably within the next few weeks. Professor Boubaji said. All members of the Wizengamot have been notified, and the minister seems to want to make this retrial very grand.

Are you going too, Caredi? asked Professor Flitwick.

Of course. Professor Bubaji said without hesitation, If the court time conflicts with my class, I will let the students take the test in class. The test papers have already been released - students had better pray that the retrial will be scheduled on the weekend. , because those are the questions that we thought might be too difficult and were not chosen by O.W.L and N.E.W.T. I just turned them out the day before yesterday.

Anthony cut the omelette on his plate: Can I have one?

No problem. Professor Bubaji said with a smile.

…

Although not many people saw Lupin or Peter, the students somehow got wind of it.

Anthony would sometimes hear them arguing in the corridors as to whether it was Professor McGonagall or Snape who had eliminated unknown Hogwarts intruders, or whether the two had teamed up. Once, Anthony even heard Stinson swearing to tell his classmates that he saw Snape kill someone with his own eyes, and Professor McGonagall threw the body into the black lake and fed it to the giant squid.

Hagrid heard the news from Harry and came to the castle to ask Anthony for confirmation. After answering in the affirmative, Anthony spent more time calming Hagrid's anger.

Despicable villain! Traitor! Scum! Hagrid roared, waving his fist and smashing it on Anthony's desk (the things on it shook dangerously), If I had known earlier, I would have let Fang take over. The rat tore him to pieces! But what did I do? I gave the rat rock biscuits!

How could you possibly know, Hagrid? Anthony comforted, If it weren't for Mr. Lupin, no one would have discovered his flaw.

Hagrid roared and walked around the room: That dirty guy has been living in the same dormitory with Harry for more than a year! How can he be so embarrassed! I have never liked rats, those dirty ones Everything should be fed to Norbert——

The wraith rat made a faint squeaking sound and tried to look up at Hagrid.

Hagrid didn't hear it at all. His voice rumbled and echoed in Anthony's office: When I think of Sirius staying in Azkaban for eleven years, I want to tear that traitor to pieces! Take Harry to his aunt and uncle Before returning home, I also met Sirius. He asked me to hand Harry over to him and said he would take good care of Harry, but I refused - I really should have said a few more words to him! He was haha Harry’s godfather, but he didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to Harry before he was unjustly imprisoned!”

He is Potter's godfather? Anthony asked.

Of course, he is James' best friend. Hagrid stopped and said matter-of-factly, He and James are inseparable, everyone knows.

Anthony said confused: But Mr. Potter doesn't seem to know this. Even when Minerva told Potter that Sirius Black was his father's good friend, she never mentioned that Potter also had a godfather. He gave Hagrid poured a cup of tea and pushed it towards the other side, If you are thirsty.

Hagrid hesitated and sat down. Oh, I can understand. He said sullenly, picking up the cup and drinking it all in one gulp, Sirius has probably gone crazy... There is no good in letting Harry know that he has lost a godfather...

Why do you all think Mr. Black is crazy? Anthony said.

Hagrid said, You don't understand, Henry, he spent eleven years in Azkaban. No one could stay awake, no one... He took his handkerchief out of his pocket and blew it very loudly. nose.

Anthony was silent. Although he only slept there for one night, he was very sure that there were still many sane prisoners deep in Azkaban. The dementors didn't have as much of an impact on them as people thought.

Maybe he should let Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore know that.

…

I must say that I'm not too surprised. Dumbledore said thoughtfully. I have long suspected that dementors have a greater impact on ordinary people. Those who are truly cruel may not be bothered at all. Sad at the loss of happy memories.”

Anthony said: If that's the case, Mr. Black...

Have hope, Henry, said Dumbledore. Always have hope.

All right.

Dumbledore smiled and pushed a piece of parchment to him: I happen to be writing a letter to you, Henry. Just read it.

Anthony took it in confusion: What is it...

The message on the note was quite brief and obviously not yet finished.

Henry:

I hope you find A Brief Introduction to Magic easy to understand, but in any case, the spell mentioned in the last letter has been found. I found it in The Life and Death of Magic in the Sixteenth Century (marked below in small print chapter and page numbers), but Nico clearly thought he had a better way.

Besides that, I think I should let you know that my old friends have arrived early...

Monsieur and Madame Flamel are coming? asked Anthony, when?

I don't know, said Dumbledore, but I got the news this morning. They went fishing in Loch Lomond for a while, and then had a dispute with an osprey. Nico unfortunately fell into the dispute. They were defeated, so Perenal thought of sending me a letter asking me to lend Fox to them.

What?

Dumbledore explained: Although Nico and Perenal are talented, their bird language is not very fluent. Nico has always complained that the birds talk too fast. He nodded to Anthony, I want to talk to you Make sure you have time to see him.

Now, sir, Anthony said without hesitation.

Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with pleasure: That's what I thought. In that case, let's go.

…

Nico Flamel, an energetic man with a small goatee, shook Anthony's hand as soon as they met.

You must be Henry. I've wanted to see you for a long time. He looked Anthony up and down, his voice soft and loud, still with a faint French accent, and then turned his head, Sit down, Ah! Si, you are too tall.

Dumbledore sat on the tree stump next to him, his posture very leisurely. His silver hair and beard were swaying gently in the wind, with a smile on his face. Perenal handed him a grilled fish.

They were beside Loch Lomond, and the canvas of their tent was rustling in the cool breeze. The fishing rod was leaning against the tree trunk, and the fishing line and the wicker basket containing the bait were thrown carelessly on the ground. The lake water is clear and there is no one around.

Come on, Henry, sit down too. Nico said, pulling Anthony with him and sighing, These days, necromancers are as hard to find as alchemists.

Anthony looked down. There was a newspaper on the ground. In the photo, a gloomy and strong wizard was sitting on a broom staring at him, with a carnival crowd behind him. The title read Krum saves the day - again! 》. Anthony turned the page of the newspaper and sat down on Senior Undersecretary Ms. Umbridge on Strengthening the Rule of Law: The Way Forward and Resistances Overcome.

Don't say that, Nico, Perenal stopped, We are two alchemists, but Henry is only one. Twice, Nico, twice as much, your math is really bad.

Nico said disdainfully: Ha, mathematics, the most useless thing in the world. His alert eyes looked at Anthony, Do you have any other opinions, Henry?

His gaze seemed as penetrating as Dumbledore's. There is no need for Anthony to lie: Aside from the beauty and charm of mathematics itself, I think it is still very useful, especially basic arithmetic. We use it almost every day.

What are you doing with arithmetic? Nico asked. Arithmetic?

Anthony said: Well...shopping and settling accounts?

The Sorcerer's Stone, Henry. Dumbledore reminded him. He had already eaten half of the grilled fish.

Oh, that's right. The Philosopher's Stone means endless gold, and Nico and Perenal really don't need to settle accounts.

Nico said: The more precise the mathematics, the less room there is for magic. When your brain is filled with numbers and grids, you can no longer feel the breeze of magic.

Perenal also agreed and said: That young man named Isaac lost his alchemical talent in this way. It's a pity. Alchemical talent is thousands of times more precious than gold, but the only few who have it are Talented people have to calculate how many times it is.

But aren't there still many alchemists now? Anthony asked carefully, thinking of the alchemy snake customized by Pansy. There are those who customize family emblems for family estates, and there are also those who sell props in Diagon Alley...

Alchemist, real alchemist! Not those poor imitators! Nico waved his hand, Seriously, my few disciples are not that good either. You are a necromancer, Henry, you will call those toy Are the dark wizards of the Inferi a necromancer?”

Anthony nodded: I haven't seen the Inferi yet, but I understand what you mean.

Have you never seen the Inferi? Perenal said, putting down the grilled fish, and reaching out to hold Anthony's hand and shake it, Oh my god, how much of your soul have you mortgaged to death?

Anthony was a little surprised that she knew so much about undead magic, but he quickly thought of the other party's age.

I don't know, he said frankly.

Perenal frowned slightly, and Nico laughed.

Good job! Nico said loudly, I'm really fed up with those gloomy necromancers who do math with souls! 'Mortgage one-third of the soul' I plan to cut the soul in half ’ or ‘A ghost is eight-nine-nine souls, but without consciousness’…it makes me upset when I hear that.”

Dumbledore said: Speaking of which, Nico, Perenal, I was just going to ask you to see if Henry is a necromancer.

Can you control the body? Nico turned to Anthony and asked.

Can.

Control the skeleton?

Can.

Summoning evil spirits?

Anthony nodded. The Lemay couple came here to solve the small problem of his Wraith Chicken.

Nico said with satisfaction: Okay, Albus, he is a necromancer.

Perenal suddenly asked: When you sleep, do the things around you wither and die?

Sometimes...well, often, Anthony admitted, smiling at Dumbledore, There's a reason why all my pets are undead, sir.

Perenal said, Just asking, can you still hear the whispers of the dead?

No. Anthony shook his head.

You do seem sane, Nico said. Okay. He's the necromancer of necromancers, Albus.

Dumbledore said gently: You don't seem too surprised.

Albus, you don't understand. Perenal said slowly. As long as we talk to Henry a few more words, people like us will immediately recognize that he seems to be missing something. Senior Something that necromancers and the various undead—and Nico and I—often lack.”

What is it? Anthony asked.

In a hurry. Perenal smiled, Nico and I came here to study a pet wraith chicken, but until now, we are all here eating grilled fish. Since you didn't rush us, then you are obviously doing something with death. It was a very big deal.”

I don't understand, Anthony said, confused.

Nico said: When death avoids us, we have endless time, and therefore endless patience. He paused and added, The game of stealing the magic stone once every three days is excluded. Then It’s just a little too annoying.”

Dumbledore said happily: You said 'every three days', Nico. You used math.