The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Leaving Loch Lomond is a quick affair.

Dumbledore and Anthony divided the last thin fish, Nico rolled up the tent, Perenal put away the boat and fishing rod, doused the bonfire with lake water, stepped on the soaked ashes a few times, and muttered something. The ground circled them several times.

With a very slight sound, Anthony saw something golden in the black ashes flash and disappear.

Before he could put away his curious expression, Perenal had already raised his head. She smiled at him and explained, Magic leaves a mark.

Dumbledore said: The flashback spell can detect the spells used by the wand. The magic near the minor wizard will trigger the traces. The true appearance can detect and erase the magic that tries to conceal the true appearance of the object...

He motioned Anthony to look at the barbecue grill that was being magically rolled up and put into his pocket: And powerful alchemy products are like black magic props, exuding an aura that is difficult to ignore under the correct observation method. Nico And Perenal is very familiar with various methods of detecting and concealing traces of magic.

You make us sound like criminals, Nico said.

He was carefully wrapping a set of fine silverware around his arm. They adhered softly and melted into the dark silver patterns on the sleeves.

Dumbledore, as if he didn't hear Nico's complaint, continued: They are two famous and hard-to-catch foxes.

The fox is going to visit your pet chicken, Henry. Nico said, finally standing by the lake, taking a deep breath, Okay, let's go.

…

With a soft popping sound, the four of them appeared in the alley behind Anthony's address. Several quarreling birds were frightened and flew away.

Ah, Muggles, Nico said, smelling the scent in the air, You live with Muggles?

Yes. Anthony said, leading them around to the door, pushing open the flap of the mailbox and squinting inside, advertisement, no letter. Great.

Good afternoon, Mr. Anthony. Someone greeted him from behind.

Anthony turned around and saw Mrs. Jones holding shopping bags, looking at him in surprise.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Jones, Anthony said.

Nico, Perenal and Dumbledore all seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving only Anthony in the garden with dead weeds.

Why are you back? Mrs. Jones asked doubtfully, Did something happen?

No, it's nothing serious. Anthony said. He thought for a moment and added proactively, Kevin has adapted very well to school. I think he and his roommates have become good friends.

Great, I guess I'll hear a lot of interesting things when Kevin comes back for Christmas. Mrs. Jones nodded towards Anthony, I don't mean to take up too much of your time, Mr. Anthony, I just thought I'd say hello. One sound.

Of course, I wish you a nice afternoon, Mrs. Jones, Anthony said. If there's anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to tell me.

I will, Mrs. Jones said, and then she seemed to think of something suddenly and looked hesitant.

Anthony asked: What's wrong?

This is so silly... Mrs. Jones said sheepishly, her face slightly red. Anyway, you know Professor Lockhart, right?

…

After Mrs. Jones left, the other three wizards appeared at Anthony's side silently, like dew condensing from the air.

Who is Lockhart? Nico asked in confusion, putting a translucent stone into his pocket. Perenal was stroking a round ring made of pure gold on his hand, and Dumbledore seemed to have only lifted the Disillusionment Curse.

Anthony hesitated: The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, a very famous adventurer and writer.

Adventurer... Nico said thoughtfully, Two hundred years have passed...

Dumbledore reminded him with a smile: Before you start your own adventure again, don't forget the Wraith Chicken, Nico.

Okay, okay, Nico sighed, You're such a letdown, Albus.

Dumbledore walked into the door opened by Anthony: Forgive me, Nico. I am just a mortal with limited time.

With a snap, Anthony turned on the light.

Dumbledore's eyes swept across the neatly arranged sofa, clean tabletop and empty window sill. He nodded knowingly to the wraith chicken who stuck his head out when he heard the noise, and then looked back at Nico and Perena. Er, he let out a little surprise.

What's wrong? asked Perenal.

I'm the most normal thing in the house, Dumbledore mused. That's unusual.

Nico argued, Perenal and I are more normal beings because we've lived longer than you... well, by years.

More than five hundred years, Perenal said.

The Wraith Chicken and Anthony met their eyes. Anthony found that he couldn't tell which was the more normal dead thing, it or himself.

…

Under the guidance of the more normal living creatures, the most normal living creatures built a complete set of alchemical equipment.

Anthony's job was to provide them with plenty of fizzy drinks and puffed food, as well as sit with Nico and Perenal and play Monopoly with them.

I have sworn not to participate in any alchemy experiments again. Nico said, using an advertising leaflet to block the golden light reflected when Dumbledore assembled the instrument, and stared at the chessboard unswervingly, I hate settling accounts. This Gives me a headache.

Albus, it would be best to make the bar a little longer, Perenal said. The chicken is more... fluffy than we expected.

The Wraith Chicken paced beside them with its chest puffed out, jumping on chairs from time to time, and flying to the top of the refrigerator.

Dumbledore looked at the drawings and nodded: No problem.

You're going bankrupt, Nico, Perenal said, looking at the card. Give me fourteen hundred pounds.

There must be a mistake somewhere... Nico muttered nonchalantly and handed her the fake coins.

Anthony hesitated and did not remind Nico that he actually only needed to pay eight hundred pounds. Perenal smiled at him.

After a while, Nico was really broke.

Perenaar played with Anthony for a few minutes and seemed a little bored. When Nico was not paying attention, he transferred all the cards to Anthony and declared that he was also bankrupt.

No, Perenal, Nico frowned, Do you make me pay more every time?

Dumbledore said from afar: She is.

I was wondering when you would realize it, Perenal said with a smile. You are the worst arithmetic apprentice in the world, Nico, but you are also a genius alchemist.

Anthony walked up to Dumbledore and looked at the incredibly delicate huge golden instrument: Is there anything I can do to help, sir?

Of course, said Dumbledore seriously, I'd be happy to have a Coke.

…

While the alchemy equipment was slowly heating up (turning from white to red), the four of them played another game of Monopoly. Nico complained, carefully calculating on the paper.

Anthony secretly suspects that the other three can manipulate the dice, but he has no proof, so he can only walk to other people's plots again and again.

He was the first to lose. The Wraith Chicken flew onto his lap and squatted down.

Five times seven...let the chicken peck the instrument, Henry. Nico said without raising his head, then soak the fallen stuff in water and let it drink it. Nine plus three...

Okay. Anthony said, holding the chicken and standing next to the instrument, Hmm... where to peck?

Nico said: Instrument. That golden thing on the table.

Let your pet pick a spot anywhere on the instrument that he wants to peck, Perenal said.

Anthony looked down at the Wraith Chicken and put it on the table. The Wraith Chicken spread its wings and shook its body.

You heard me, peck, Anthony said. The Wraith Chicken looked at him sideways, then lowered his head and touched the place closest to it with his beak.

A soft hum echoed through the room, and then with a click, a small piece of white, oval stone fell out.

Ah ha, five hundred and twenty-five! said Nico. Give me five hundred and twenty-five, Albus—have you drank it?

Anthony almost didn't realize he was talking to himself.

Not yet, he said loudly, taking a glass of tap water and throwing the stone in. It has not melted, Mr. Flamel. Do I need to stir it?

Of course it won't melt, Flamel said matter-of-factly. It's a stone, not sugar. Just give it water.

Uh...okay.

Anthony reached out and took out a teacup from the cupboard and poured water into it.

Tea, chick, he said, pushing the cup forward.

…

After pouring all the water into the Wraith Chicken's mouth, Nico finally turned around.

Dumbledore, also broke, was assigned to dismantle the still-gleaming instrument (Come on, Albus, don't let me be seen standing with the alchemical instrument), while Nico cheerfully held it He gestured with the table knife on his wrist.

Left arm, Mr. Flamel, Anthony reminded.

Oh, yes, that's right, Nico said.

Before Anthony could say And it's not a table knife, Nico had already given himself a knife - the sharpest table knife Anthony had ever seen - and spilled blood on the tiles.

I curse you with the flesh and blood of a living person, Nico said happily, holding up the parchment. The blood on the ground suddenly boiled violently, with traces of purple smoke coming out. I curse you with the bones that were once awakened by undead magic. You, he said briskly, pointing to a piece of basilisk bone in front of him, what's next... Oh, under the witness of death, you have nothing to do with this land of living things!

A dark yellow magic spell flew out from the tip of his finger pointing at the Wraith Chicken. Even though the words of the curse were different from Quirrell's, the magic responded immediately.

The Wraith Chicken stood there, letting the curse sink into his body.

From the perspective of undead magic, Anthony clearly felt something shaking. Immediately afterwards, the connection between him and the Wraith Chicken seemed to slowly become stronger.

Oh, this is so interesting! Nico said happily, It's like pulling weeds!

Perhaps because he was awake this time, or perhaps because the designed experiment was more accurate, Anthony clearly understood the changes in the Wraith Chicken during the entire curse process.

It was as if someone had picked up the teapot and poured the relationship between the Wraith Chicken and the entire house into Anthony's body.

The land of the living no longer sustains the Rooster, so Anthony, the Rooster's summoner, becomes a new land, a land of death.

In the depths of his mind, like a faint star lighting up in the night sky, he could also sense the emotions of the Wraith Chicken.

Following the connection, Anthony felt a tremor of joy and peace, like the low cooing of a chicken when it gets food.

Anthony opened his eyes and felt a weight on his head. The Wraith Chicken flew up and pulled his hair in a friendly manner.

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