The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the Wraith Chicken, Nico Flamel and Perenal Flamel quickly embarked on their adventure, taking away a whole bottle of Coke before leaving.

Anthony hid the Wraith Chicken in his backpack and took it back to Hogwarts.

Tom and Jerry are not in the office. The Wraith Chicken walked around the room with a high toe - it took a stern look at the cat climbing frame and cat nest, then jumped on the window sill to look at Bai Xian, who had grown taller for a while, and pecked it curiously. Quill, turned his head to look at Anthony's lesson plan for a while, and looked into the unlit fireplace - and finally decided to occupy the top of Anthony's bookshelf and take a nap.

Okay, go to sleep. I'm going to the library. Anthony said worriedly, If the cat comes back later, don't fight with it.

The chicken gave a perfunctory cry and closed its eyes again.

…

Neither the cat nor the mouse came back to the room until Anthony finished his dinner. The stable mood of the Wraith Mouse still vaguely floated in the depths of Anthony's mind, so he didn't care where they went. He just talked to the Wraith Chicken for a while, then opened the lesson plan and looked at tomorrow's arrangements. Then he went to wash himself.

By the time he came out of the bathroom, the Wraith Chicken had landed on the railing at the head of his bed, curling up and dozing off like at home. Anthony put out the chandelier and got under the quilt.

In the darkness, he heard rustling noises. The Wraith Chicken seemed to shake its wings and change its posture.

Good night, Anthony said sleepily, suppressing a yawn, You know when to wake me up.

Very rarely, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

In the middle of the night, a loud thud sound suddenly sounded in the room, like something falling. Anthony turned over and tried to sleep again, but then there was another crackling sound.

Anthony opened his eyes.

With a little light coming through the curtains, he could vaguely see some of his furniture falling to the ground, lying sideways like himself. In his mind, the Wraith Chicken was feeling impatient, and the Wraith Rat's panic was ringing like an alarm bell.

A furry thing jumped on his bed, passed over his head like the wind, stepped on his legs through the quilt, and jumped onto the window sill. The Wraith Chicken followed closely behind, flapped its wings, flew to the window sill, and pecked at each other violently.

Nice welcome, Cat, Anthony said sleepily, sitting up. I swear I'd appreciate it more if you could schedule it during the day.

The resentful mouse finally found a neglected corner and hid behind the door. The alarm in Anthony's head slowly subsided. The cat and the chicken were still banging together.

Great, Anthony complained, yawning, Anyone want to go sleep in the office?

The resentful chicken flapped its wings and flew to the chandelier. Several pieces of the candle fell to the ground with a clatter. The chandelier jingled and swayed, and the metal bracket groaned harshly under the claws of the wraith chicken.

The cat raised its head and swung its head from side to side in concentration as the chandelier swung, and its tail swung excitedly. Anthony put on his slippers, held the pillow and quilt in his hands, and stood up with difficulty.

The resentful rat suddenly jumped out when he passed by, grabbed his trouser leg, sat on his slippers, and carefully wrapped its tail around his ankles. Anthony looked down at it, then carefully took a few steps forward into the office. He threw the pillow and quilt on the empty guest chair, turned around, grabbed the door handle, and looked into the bedroom.

The cat's two front paws were already hooked on the chandelier. More candles fell. In the darkness, the beautiful chandelier was like a boat in a storm, rocking violently in the rough waves.

The chicken flapped its wings to keep its balance and pecked at the cat. The cat turned his head and looked at Anthony while hanging in the air.

Please help yourself, Anthony said. I wish you all a wonderful evening. He closed the door.

He turned around and saw the resentful mouse climbing onto the cat's climbing frame and wrapping itself in a small ball of cotton caught by the cat.

Deep in his mind, the anger of the Wraith Chicken was still burning.

The sounds of cats and chickens fighting could be heard faintly through the door panels and walls.

Anthony yawned again, took out his wand and knocked on the chair, turning it into a small bed. He climbed up and fell asleep very peacefully until daybreak.

…

With the transparent mouse as a precedent, students quickly recognized the transparent chicken as Anthony's pet.

At first, they were a little confused about Anthony's choice of pet (Is he doing magic experiments with cat snacks and calling them pets?), but it didn't take long for the Wraith Chicken to win his own due to his fighting prowess. own reputation.

According to students, Mrs. Norris meowed and wanted to turn the chicken into her afternoon tea treat. However, when Anthony arrived, it was running away from the vicious chicken's pecks. Peeves laughed unpleasantly in the air, hitting his back with chalk, even temporarily ignoring the students who were looking at them with their schoolbags on their heads.

Stop chasing, chicken, Anthony said, squatting down and stretching out his arms.

The Wraith Chicken hesitated for a moment, stopped, puffed out its chest proudly, walked back slowly under the curious eyes of students at both ends of the corridor, jumped onto Anthony's arm, and folded its wings gracefully.

Anthony heard one student say enviously: That's great.

The Wraith Chicken obviously heard it too. Anthony felt a reserved joy pass through it. It held its head high and turned its head to look at the surrounding students.

Peeves screamed happily, broke a piece of chalk in half, and accurately hit the back of Anthony's head and the comb of the Wraith Chicken.

The Wraith Chicken flew into a rage - Chickens can fly! someone exclaimed - pecking and kicking Peeves on the head. Anthony tried to call the chicken back, but it had already made up its mind to defend its dignity.

Peeves chuckled and reached out to grab the chicken, but only pulled out a few feathers.

Oh! he said in surprise, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Anthony held his head. His mind was filled with the anger of the Wraith Chicken, and it almost came out of his ears. As a wraith, the wraith chicken has never had its feathers pulled off by anyone - anything.

Chick-- said Anthony.

The Wraith Chicken fluttered in the air, grabbed Peeves' hat, and pulled it off. The students let out a burst of cheers, then were drenched in ink from their hats, and hurriedly checked the papers in their schoolbags.

Anthony blocked it with his arm, and when he lowered his hand, the Wraith Chicken had turned into a pitch-black chicken.

Hello, Crow! said Peeves, Haha, what a big Crow!

He snatched his hat from the mouth of the Wraith Chicken, raised his hat like a curtain call, bowed to the chaotic students, and disappeared. The Wraith Chicken was so angry that it disappeared when no one had the energy to pay attention to it.

When Anthony returned to the office, he found him squatting in the sink and sulking.

The ginger cat rubbed around it, making its own fur a mess. The resentful mice were dragging the towels, trying to get them to wipe them. As a result, the entire bathroom was filled with black mouse footprints and traces left by the dirty towels on the floor.

When he turned the doorknob, all the pets' movements stopped. The cat meowed softly.

Anthony sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and began to fill the bathtub with water.

You all need to take a shower, he said, looking at the ink marks on his hands that hadn't been cleaned and removed, and corrected, Us.

After half an hour, he finally figured out that one shouldn't try to bathe a chicken and a cat at the same time. The resentful mouse clung pitifully to the slippery edge of the bathtub, floating in the huge waves caused by the chicken and cat.

Anthony fished out the mouse and wrapped it in a small piece of paper towel. He looked at the two pets having a great time in the water, and for the first time, he began to think about whether he shouldn't have brought the Wraith Chicken to the house so early. Come to school.

I'm going to the Ministry of Magic this Saturday to attend Pettigrew's interrogation - that's Scabbers of the Weasley family, that mouse you don't like. He told the wraith mouse, If they want to turn my office into Ruins, please remember to send me a warning.

The mouse raised its small black eyes and looked at him questioningly, then at the cat and chicken next to it.

Yeah, I know. Anthony promised, I'll bring you three more apples.

The resentful mouse was satisfied.

There are probably two to three thousand words left later...I can't even figure out my update pattern.