The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

That's it? Anthony asked, gesturing toward the small door where Peter and the Aurors disappeared. Will the relatives of those Muggle victims know the truth? How did Peter Pettigrew pass the message to Voldemort? Does he know anyone else? Followers of Voldemort?

Professor Boubaji sorted the documents in his bag and said without looking up: That's pretty much it. All the minister needs is to hear Pettigrew admit that he is the culprit and confirm that Mr. Crouch was the wrong person back then. Thrown into jail.”

But there are many other things... Anthony said.

You-Know-Who is dead, a passing Wizengamot member whispered hoarsely. Professor Bubaji raised his eyes, smiled and nodded to the other party.

The member in purple robes also nodded. He didn't care at all about Anthony and Professor Bubbaji's less respectful discussion of Fudge. He just continued: The mysterious man is dead. The Death Eaters in the past may have been captured. Azkaban, or a close friend of the minister. Set the punishment as soon as possible and arrange for reporters to write reports... In the eyes of some people, this is more important.

Anthony looked around with some worry and saw Fudge lowering his head and saying something to Umbridge with a serious face, having no time to pay attention to their small conversation. Dumbledore was talking to Ms. Bones, but still caught his eye and looked over keenly.

Ms. Bones will arrange another interrogation before the Dementor's Kiss execution. Another person whom Anthony didn't know came over and said, By the way, Caredi, Ms. Bones has already finished reading your last week. Those Muggle victim files submitted. However, the archival records at that time were not very complete, and many of the memory cancellers working in the ministry at that time had retired or passed away. We may not be able to find all the surviving witnesses and witnesses. Relatives of the victims.”

I know, but we need to try our best to make up for it... Professor Bubbaji said, looking down. Minerva is waving to us, Henry. I think we should go. She shook hands with the other two , We will meet again soon.

…

Anthony walked down the steps and realized that Sirius seemed to have exhausted all his energy and could not even stand up, leaning back on the chair. Professor McGonagall had transformed the printed chair into a makeshift wheelchair, and Lupine was standing behind the wheelchair, holding on to the handle.

The effects of the Veritaserum seem to have worn off, Sirius said hoarsely, Ask me something, Remus.

At this moment, several people came over and hesitantly wanted to pick up Sirius.

Anthony asked in surprise: In this case, are you still going to take Mr. Black back to Azkaban?

He recognized that the leader was the leader of the investigation team dedicated to catching him back to Azkaban and investigating the troll incident in Hogwarts.

The other party obviously recognized Anthony and looked a little embarrassed: No, Ms. Umbridge wants us to send Mr. Black to the best ward in St. Mungo's and arrange a detailed physical examination and careful care for him.

I have nothing to check, Sirius said coldly. I feel great - for the first time in eleven years.

You do need a medical check-up and rest, Sirius, said Professor McGonagall.

Why don't you come with me to find Madam Pomfrey, Sirius? Lupine said, I think I just need to go to her today to get some potions. He looked at Professor McGonagall, Minerva , can you approve Sirius’s application for admission to the school?”

No problem. Professor McGonagall said decisively, Please tell Ms. Umbridge that Sirius will be fully examined in the Hogwarts hospital.

She looked at the other party without giving in, and Professor Bubaji also stood beside her. The men flinched. The leader nodded to Professor McGonagall and left in a hurry, seemingly reluctant to complete Umbridge's instructions.

Lupine asked: What do you think, Sirius? Madam Pomfrey?

Sirius was stunned for a moment, and a sincere smile slowly appeared on his face.

Of course, he said in a nostalgic tone, as long as she doesn't kick me out saying I disturbed your rest.

Lupine held the handle of the wheelchair and said, Believe me, you look like you need more rest than I do. Besides, the effects of the Veritaserum must have worn off, Sirius. 'I have nothing to check' is a phrase A complete lie.

…

They walked slowly out of the door.

Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick and Snape were waiting outside the door. Several Wizengamot members hurriedly walked past them, carrying bags.

Professor Sprout just met Professor McGonagall's eyes and smiled: Well done, Minerva, Caredi.

Oh, I actually didn't do anything. Professor McGonagall said, looking at Professor Flitwick and Snape again, and confirmed, The Dementor's Kiss.

Snape nodded almost invisible. He glanced in the direction of the interrogation room, met Lupine's gaze behind Professor McGonagall, and then looked down at Sirius leaning on the back of the wheelchair.

Oh. Snape's eyes narrowed in disgust, You broke your leg because you were too excited, Black?

Sirius turned his head and asked casually: Dumbledore's transfiguration is really good. Do you want to try this chair, Remus? He turned around again, as if he was seeing Snape for the first time. , showed a surprised expression, and opened his mouth to say something - Snape's mouth had a sneer on it -

No, thank you, Sirius. Lupine interrupted them firmly and slightly tiredly, Don't do it again... you need to rest now.

Professor McGonagall also said: Please, Severus!

Professor Sprout very deliberately chatted with Snape about the fifth-year O.W.Ls. Snape turned to her and began to discuss the connection between Herbology and Potions.

Led by Professor McGonagall and Professor Bubaji, the group walked towards the stairs. Sirius was sitting in a wheelchair, floating precariously above the stairs under the levitation spell of Lupin and Professor Flitwick, looking up at the rough stone bricks above his head, or looking at the dim torches on both sides.

How do you feel, Sirius? Lupine asked.

Like a king! Sirius replied, stretching his legs relaxedly and swaying slightly with the rocking of the chair. The hollows in his cheeks and eye sockets were as obvious as a skeleton in the contrast between the firelight and shadows.

Anthony walked at the end of the line and looked behind him. Dumbledore still had not left the interrogation room, presumably still speaking to Ms. Bones.

…

As the elevator creaked upward, Sirius stood up slowly with the help of Lupin's arms and shoulders (Snape didn't bother to hide his regretful expression at all). When they stopped on the first floor and the iron door opened with a bang, the transformed wheelchair had disappeared, and Sirius stepped steadily out of the elevator.

If seeing a group of professors arriving at the Ministry of Magic was enough to arouse the curiosity of the staff, finding them leaving the Ministry laughing and chatting with a man with tangled hair and thin cheeks made people even more curious about what was going on.

Before Anthony left, he heard most of the people behind him talking about who the tramp was. But he did hear from a few people who thought Sirius was a rock star who was going to perform at the Hogwarts Christmas party with the Weird Sisters.

Sirius didn't seem to care at all about people looking at him and left the Ministry of Magic in a hurry.

Walking out the door, Anthony realized how gloomy the weather was today. The sky above London was covered with clouds, and a cold wind blew past them, causing the wizard's robe to cling tightly to their backs. Even though it was two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the street was still extremely dark. A few dry fallen leaves were blown from the street corner to the middle of the empty street. The stiff leaf tips scraped against the road, making a rough sound, and then a sudden gust of wind swept them away.

Professor Sprout looked up worriedly: I hope it doesn't rain at Hogwarts, otherwise the Mandrake won't be particularly happy.

Professor McGonagall also frowned.

Sirius? Lupine asked, What are you doing?

Sirius was standing in the cold wind, looking up at the gray sky.

The weather is really nice, he said.

…

Because Sirius could only get his wand back from the Ministry of Magic after an official document declared him innocent, Sirius was not able to apparate on his own for the time being. On the other hand, no one wanted to be blamed by Madam Pomfrey, so they all dismissed Sirius' suggestion when he suggested taking the Knight Bus.

I want my motorcycle, Sirius complained, his hair flying up and down in the wind.

Snape snorted.

The cold wind blowing on his face seemed to put Sirius in such a good mood that he could even ignore Snape: Is Hagrid still at Hogwarts now? My car should be at his place.

He's here, said Professor McGonagall, giving Sirius an unyielding nudge, Move forward.

Sirius asked, Where are we going?

Professor McGonagall glanced at Anthony.

Diagon Alley or the train station. Anthony said knowingly, laying out in his mind the modes of transportation he had tried in practice. In other words, the Floo network or the very, very long-term Muggle transportation - by the way. Mention, I need to buy a ticket.”

I will monitor each and every one of you, Professor Boubaji agreed.

Excuse me. Snape said coldly, I don't have all day to spend on such... things. Of course, please enjoy your journey leisurely. His face was so gloomy that it didn't match the weather. Up and down, it seemed that the thought of Sirius's upcoming appearance at Hogwarts made him uncomfortable, If you don't mind, I'll leave first.

He nodded to the professors (and skillfully avoided Lupin and Sirius) and spun around.

With a snap, he disappeared.

Phew, the air is much fresher, said Sirius, grinning widely and leaning on Lupine's shoulder. He seemed to be a little exhausted again.

…

It was actually raining near Hogwarts.

They emerged from Honeydukes' fireplace (Would you like another box of coconut sorbet, Professor Anthony?) to see rain pattering against the glass windows painted with honey pots and candy shapes, and the sky black. It makes people unable to distinguish between day and night. The carpet at Honeydukes door was so full of water that it made a squeaking sound when stepped on. Rainwater flowed like rivulets on the stone road, and there were several people taking shelter under every roof in Hogsmeade.

Professor McGonagall changed several raincoats for them, and Professor Sprout hurriedly grabbed one, strode into the rain, and rushed to take care of his mandrakes. Because Lupine could not convince Sirius to stay still, the people accompanying Sirius became Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, leaving Anthony and Lupine walking side by side.

On the way back to Hogwarts, it rained harder and harder. While Sirius tried to convince the others to let him go to Hagrid's hut to inquire about the whereabouts of the motorcycle (It's not that far away at all!), Lupine asked Professor McGonagall to ignore him, gently pointing out that Sirius just didn't dare return to Hogg. Watts.

Anthony twisted the hem of his clothes and took out a lot of water, which dripped onto the muddy ground. He and Lupine looked at each other and smiled. Somehow, even though he and Lupine were not very familiar, Anthony felt as if he had known him for a long time. From Lupin's smile, he could see that Lupine felt equally warm.

By the way, Professor Anthony, Lupine said softly, If possible, please keep it a secret for me.

Anthony was still staring at the hem of his clothes, questioning the necessity of the raincoat, and didn't react for a moment: What's the secret?

Lupine prompted: Werewolf.

What? Oh, sure, no problem, Anthony said.

Thanks, Lupine said, shrugging. It'll make my job search a little easier. You know, I just lost one.

Anthony said empathetically: It's so difficult to find a suitable job without background checks... Speaking of this, Mr. Lupine, could you please keep it a secret for me?

Lupine smiled: Of course, Professor Anthony. But hasn't Professor Dumbledore already vouched for you? You don't have to worry so much. He added helplessly, For many employers, compared to werewolves, , they would rather have Voldemort. Although the Inferi are not common -

Oh, no, it's not, said Anthony. That's not really the Inferi...that's the corpse. I'm a necromancer.

Lupine repeated with some confusion: Necromancer? Then, he seemed to finally recall the corpses of those foxes and mice, and his eyes widened slightly, Oh.

It's a wizard who uses undead magic. Anthony was also confused. Those Aurors recognized it almost immediately... Ah, that's right, what they saw were skeletons and ghosts, not corpses.

I know what a necromancer is... Lupine said.

but?

But doesn't the history of magic say that necromancers - sorry - have long been extinct?

At this moment, they suddenly heard a burst of cheers. Only then did Anthony realize that they had arrived next to Hagrid's hut. From here, they could just see the Quidditch pitch.

In the heavy rain, a boy wearing a red uniform was riding on a broom, hovering in the air, raising his right hand high. In his hand is a bit of gold.

He jumped off the broom and was immediately hugged by other team members who also jumped off the broom. Their presence obscured his—Anthony could picture them slapping his shoulders and back, rubbing his wet, tangled hair, revealing the lightning-shaped scars underneath. The red-haired boy was pumping his fists and jumping up and down excitedly, and the brown-haired girl was clapping vigorously.

Professor McGonagall's expression softened a little.

Harry... Sirius murmured, his eyes locked on the bright red, Harry.

I’m very sleepy. If I get up and read it and I’m not satisfied with it, I might revise it—but that’s probably the plot!