The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The day the rain finally stopped, it was already December. The leaves have fallen off, and from a distance, the woods reveal a cold, iron-black color. There was a layer of ice on the Black Lake, but it hadn't snowed yet. The giant squid sometimes breaks the ice from below and floats around in a small area of ​​water holding the ice.

All the fireplaces were burning brightly, and people wore scarves and hats. The ice cream on the table was replaced with warm pumpkin juice and hot cocoa, and sales of butterbeer also increased sharply.

Before it snows, Professor Sprout needs help from someone to bury the entire First Greenhouse’s herbs in dragon dung as quickly as possible. Therefore, Anthony and she happily missed all the activities of the Lock Your Heart club under the head-bubbly spell and the screams of Bitingvine.

Professor Bubbaji is preparing for the retrial of Peter Pettigrew. Recently, he needs to keep visiting the former memory canceller in person, so he has to hand over several sixth grade classes to Anthony.

The test papers she prepared finally came in handy. All Anthony needed to do was sit on the podium, make sure there was a professor in the classroom, look through the test papers she had given, and silently estimate in his mind how many correct answers his students could get. .

He hesitantly thought that they might be able to barely answer the parts about Muggle daily life, but he wasn't very sure about the parts involving history and culture. If students must master this knowledge in order to pass their O.W.Ls, Anthony would say that the time allocated to Muggle Studies in the Hogwarts timetable is woefully inadequate.

He looked over.

The sixth-grade student closest to him, Percy Weasley's deskmate, was writing furiously on the question What is generally believed by Muggles to be the main cause of the Irish Potato Famine in the 19th century? Anthony barely recognized the famous Words like evil dark wizard...cruel....

Then he watched as the student sucked on his quill thoughtfully for a moment and glanced warily at Percy. Percy looked at his deskmate very dissatisfied, then raised his head and glanced at Anthony defensively. He protected his answers with his arms and the sleeves of his wide wizard robe, and lay on the test paper in an awkward posture, so that Anthony You can't even see what he answered.

Percy's deskmate hesitated for a while, then made up his mind to cross out all the answers and wrote: Muggles generally believe that it has nothing to do with wizards. He straightened up, looked at the answers seriously for a while, and added a few The dots on i were drawn more clearly, and I moved to the next question with satisfaction.

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that his students could probably do the same.

Just as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the rustling of quills in the classroom suddenly stopped. The students in the Advanced Muggle Studies class very consciously pushed their papers away, allowing Anthony to wave their wand and collect them on the podium.

Several people lay on the backs of their chairs and began to discuss the evening arrangements as if relieved. The students in the corner were watching the papers drift away melancholy, and there were still large blanks on the parchment. Anthony noticed that Percy turned his head almost immediately, wanting to discuss the topic with his deskmate, but his deskmate had already started talking to the people on the other side about the recent Quidditch match and Slytherin's house elves.

Professor Anthony? a student said cautiously.

Huh? What's wrong? Anthony's men were sorting out the test papers and looked up at the student who took the initiative to walk to the edge of the podium.

The other party hesitated for a moment and asked worriedly: Do you know what happened to Professor Bubaji? Is she sick?

Oh, no. She's just preparing for a very, very important meeting, Anthony said. If everything goes well, I think she'll be back next Wednesday.

What meeting?

Anthony smiled and said, Keep it a secret. I think you'll read about it in the paper soon—the front page, I guess.

Wow. The student's eyes lit up visibly. Percy, who was sitting in the front row, turned to them very attentively, leaning forward with interest.

Anthony glanced at him, unsure whether Mrs. Weasley had revealed to him the mystery of the missing pet rat. He finally just smiled at Percy.

…

Judging from the information Anthony heard, one of the people who caused Ron's pet to disappear, Sirius Black, was lying bored in the school hospital. Professor Sprout assured Sirius that there would be no mold or moss crawling on him, and Professor McGonagall told him that wizards had not yet learned how to rust.

The students were extremely curious about the hospital bed with the white curtain in the corner, but no one could avoid Madam Pomfrey's sharp eyes. Only occasionally had Sirius's thin ankles and feet been seen sticking out of the bed curtains. Ron told everyone he met that it was a ghoul, so much so that some actually believed him.

Sirius always insisted that there was nothing wrong with his body and that he did not need to eat any healthy food or nutritional supplements. All he needed was fresh air. Madam Pomfrey thought he was referring to a cold caused by the cold, and angrily warned Sirius that if he continued to be uncooperative, he would be sent to St. Mungo's to recuperate.

Harry seemed to slip into the hospital hospital every chance he got, and Ron and Hermione were always by his side. Hagrid was happy to think that it was because of this that Harry, Ron and Hermione had no energy to notice the new little residents in his cabin, so they gratefully took Rockskin Pie to visit Sirius, and there was no one at all. He noticed that a big black dog almost followed him out of the campus hospital.

That black dog is very big, maybe almost as big as Fang. Hagrid smiled as he said it, adding more firewood to the fireplace. As soon as my hand touched the doorknob, Madam Pomfrey shouted, ' Stop,' which startled me. Sirius was pushing my legs from behind, trying to escape through the crack in the door...

At this moment, one Chimera knocked the other down and rolled to Hagrid's feet, almost rolling into the fireplace. Hagrid was startled, reached out and picked them all up, and was bitten mercilessly by one of them.

How did you get out of the box? He muttered, carrying them and throwing them into two crates respectively, closing the lids.

The next moment, Anthony saw another Chimera poking its head out beside Hagrid's bed. The fur on its head was still covered with dust and scraps of paper, and its sharp tail belonging to the fire dragon was swinging proudly. It stared at Hagrid's calf, as if wondering how to attack him.

There's another one next to the bed, Hagrid, Anthony reminded.

Next to the bed? Hagrid turned around in confusion, But there's--

Chimeramon rushed towards him quickly and gave him a hard bite. Anthony vaguely felt that this scene seemed familiar.

——The Monster Book of Monsters. Hagrid said, looking at the confetti on the Chimera. He strode towards his bed (the Chimera was dragged over, hanging on his calf), and picked up a tattered hard-shell cover with gold dust scattered from the side.

Hagrid looked at the cover with great annoyance, then looked down at the Chimeramon, and said in a very loud voice: Oh, you really shouldn't-

The next moment, there was a knock on the door.

Hagrid? Harry's voice came in, Hagrid, are you there?

Ron said: I heard his voice just now. Hagrid?

Running Gorgon, they should be at Sirius's place! Hagrid said hurriedly.

He quickly stuffed the Chimera into the crate, stacked it on top of the other crates, and covered them with a large curtain-like cloth. Anthony quickly searched around the room, trying to make sure there were no other Chimaira beasts running out.

At this time, the people outside the door were already worried.

Hagrid, are you okay? Hermione asked, It's us, Harry, Ron and Hermione!

I'm fine! Hagrid replied loudly, strode over to open the door, and stuck his face through the crack of the door, What's wrong?

Listen, Hagrid, no one is blaming you, Hermione said. Mrs. Pomfrey is just a little angry. There is no need for you to feel guilty for almost letting Sirius leave the school hospital.

Well... good, that's good. Hagrid said. Looking from behind, Anthony could clearly see his hand rubbing restlessly on the door handle, while his other hand was unconsciously holding the cover that had been bitten by the Chimera beast.

What's that? Hermione asked. A book? Are you reading?

Hagrid suddenly hid the cover behind his back and said stiffly: It's nothing. Okay, let's go. You shouldn't ask questions here.

I remember, it was The Monster Book of Monsters. Hermione said, a hint of doubt suddenly appearing in her tone. What on earth are you doing, Hagrid?

Oh...I... Hagrid said.

Anthony sighed, stood behind Hagrid, and said, He's showing me how fun this book is.

Henry! Hagrid said gratefully, stepping aside a little. Outside the door, the three Gryffindor second years looked up at them. Harry was still frowning slightly, looking at Hagrid's cabin, while Ron was so frightened that he took half a step back.

Professor Anthony! Hermione looked suddenly relieved.

Good afternoon. Anthony smiled, Hagrid was showing me how hard the Monster Book can bite and how much damage the skin can withstand, so we put the two books together. There was a little accident, but We can figure it out.

Yes, we can, Hagrid agreed, his tone oddly eager. Harry looked at him searchingly.

By the way, Mr. Weasley, thank Arthur and Molly for the invitation. Unfortunately, I may not have time during the holidays. Also, I'm really sorry about Scabbers. Anthony said, But, I think I have I must tell you that Minerva is not very satisfied with the students' understanding of the Animagus. You may conduct in-class tests on the theory of transfiguration before and after this news is published in the newspaper.

…

Test in class! Hermione said on the way out. She will definitely ask us about the definition of transformation spell, but do you think she will test the role of common points and similarities in the second type of transformation?

Hagrid has something hidden in his cabin, Harry said firmly.

Ron muttered, Of course, hiding a professor. That sucks.

As I was writing, I suddenly realized that the Animagus was only demonstrated in the third grade in the book, but the movie changed it to the first grade. But considering that Ron has so many brothers, whether he is in first grade or third grade, he will most likely know that Professor McGonagall can turn into a cat...

Overall, yes, I used movie settings when writing this plot. It's so fun to scare first graders by turning into a cat! It took root in my mind!