The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After breakfast, the professors walked to Hogsmeade together, tightening their cuffs and preparing to apparate multiple times.

If it weren't for lack of time, Minerva would definitely choose the broomstick. Professor Sprout whispered to Anthony, Like Albus, she doesn't like Apparition very much.

Professor McGonagall was walking at the front of the team, chatting with Professor Flitwick with her head lowered. Anthony could only see her tightly tied bun.

Is Minerva flying well? asked Anthony.

Very good, said Professor Sprout. During the years when the Gryffindor Quidditch team was most short of players, if it weren't for the dean who couldn't join the house team, I would even worry that she would have to play on her own.

Anthony nodded and glanced at Professor Sprout curiously.

I'm a terrible flyer, Professor Sprout declared. Filius is a little better than me, and I'm a little better than Severus. That's why we still don't agree with the Headmaster joining House Quidditch. Strange team.”

Anthony shrugged: What a shame.

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After an uncomfortable squeeze, Anthony stood at the door of the Ministry of Magic. Colleagues appeared one after another, each with something they had prepared. The staff of the Ministry of Magic watched in shock as a large group of professors walked into the hall, secretly exchanging glances, not knowing what was going on, and could only watch them step into the elevator.

There were other staff members in the lift. Those people seemed quite happy to see their former professors, but they were not used to being so close to them, so they kept leaning against the wall of the elevator. Anthony smiled at the person next to him and gave way to the other side, making more wall space for the other person.

Professor Flitwick chatted with them happily and asked about their current situation. Professor Sprout also asked a few questions curiously.

Professor McGonagall made some comments and suggestions, while Snape just watched indifferently, making the people next to him even more embarrassed - the young man needed to stand on tiptoes, over Snape's head, to answer Professor Sprout's questions , then Snape would admire his teeth. When the lift stopped at his office floor, he squeezed past Snape, actually looking a little happy to get to work.

The elevator continued to creak downward. Two more people came up and then quickly went down.

Continue down - down - until there is a clang and the car stops. The door clattered open, and Anthony followed the others out of the elevator. The interrogation was held in the 10th courtroom underground, which was so deep that it could not be reached by elevators.

They walked down the empty corridor, their footsteps echoing. Anthony had a weird feeling that he didn't like it here.

It was extremely quiet here, completely different from the bustling hall upstairs - Department of Mysteries. Professor Flitwick told Anthony - at the end of the corridor, there was another set of stairs that continued downward. Anthony looked back and saw that the corridor was still empty, but he still felt very uncomfortable.

The lighting torches next to the stairs were very dim, and chilly air filtered through the rough stone walls. It's less like heading to court and more like stairs leading to prison.

The further down you go, the more silent the professors become. Professor McGonagall strode down with a sullen face. Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick silently looked at the surrounding walls. In the swaying, cold firelight, they cast a huge and weird black beam on the wall. Shadow, Snape walked behind Anthony with an expressionless expression.

Finally, they reached the bottom of the stairs. Even Anthony could feel the chill. In front of them was another corridor, filled with the smell of coldness, dampness, wood and iron, the smell of a dungeon.

The end of the corridor lit up with a beautiful, warm golden red. Fawkes was sitting on Dumbledore's shoulder, lowering his head to preen his feathers. Seeing Dumbledore's silver-white beard and hair, everyone seemed to be relieved.

Aren't you going in, Albus? Professor McGonagall asked, walking over quickly.

Dumbledore smiled warmly at them: No, Minerva, usually, I am the last one to arrive... I think I came a little early today, so I decided to use this time to greet my professors .”

I'm right at the door, Professor Flitwick said sharply. You can find me anytime you need me.

Professor McGonagall said, Of course, Filius.

As unrelated persons, they are usually not allowed to enter the courtroom, but Professor McGonagall and Anthony, as parties who heard Peter's statement with their own ears, will most likely attend as witnesses.

Dementor's kiss, Minerva, Professor Sprout encouraged, patting Professor McGonagall's arm in front of the heavy black door of the courtroom.

Dumbledore frowned slightly. Snape asked softly: Has your hatred of Dementors begun to bite your kind heart again, Headmaster?

It's true that I don't like Dementors, Dumbledore said calmly, but if that's really the Wizengamot's decision, I won't go against it.

Snape made a little sound suspiciously, but his attention was quickly attracted by another person hurrying over, with a look of hatred in his eyes.

Lupine looked even thinner than the last time Anthony saw him, with a pale face, purple lips, neatly styled hair, and a wizard's robe that had been washed to fade but not patched, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Sorry, I'm late, Professor Dumbledore, he said. The check in the hall took a while - because of my status.

You're not late, Remus, said Dumbledore. In fact, I think you're just in time... we're getting ready to go in.

Very well, said Lupine. He thrust his wand back into his waist and straightened up. At this moment, the fatigue that belonged to Lawton, Lambert or someone suddenly disappeared from him.

Dumbledore put a purple robe on himself and opened the door. Fox suddenly turned into a ball of fire and disappeared.

As if the pause button had been pressed, the wizards and witches who were buzzing in the room suddenly fell silent and turned to look at them.

Professor Bubaji was talking to an old witch with a stern face at the edge of the auditorium. At this time, he raised his arms high, waved at them, and said loudly with a smile: I thought you were going to be late.

Of course not, Dumbledore said calmly, striding towards the highest chair.

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