The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Before the Chimeramon was sent away, snow fell at Hogwarts. On Saturday morning, when Anthony was woken up by a resentful chicken jumping on the bedside, he found that the world outside the window had become completely different.

After just one night, thick snow accumulated everywhere and became white. The air that penetrated through the cracks in the window was cold and clean, blowing away the apples placed on the windowsill by the resentful mouse. Anthony sat up and went to the bathroom to wash up. The resentful mouse is sleeping in the cat's nest, and the sagged fabric on the cat's nest proves that a ginger cat once curled up here.

Anthony bit his toothbrush and walked around the house, but couldn't find the cat. Since the Wraith Chicken came to school, the cat finally no longer had to watch over him every night, waking him up from nightmares, or jumping next to his pillow in the morning to seriously study whether he still remembered to breathe.

His cat now goes out whenever he wants and only comes back when he remembers. If it weren't for the fact that it still didn't like living animals, Anthony would even wonder if it would sneak out of the room every night and go to the cat bar to drink with other cats.

After Anthony cleaned himself up, he slowly went downstairs to eat.

The hall was empty. In such a cold morning, few students would give up their soft quilts and warm dormitories for a few slices of toast and jam, change into their school robes, and walk through the windy corridors to the hall.

Several senior students gathered at the long Ravenclaw table, drinking pumpkin juice and seemingly discussing Roger the Snake. A girl with light hair and bulging eyes sat not far from them, looking seriously at the donuts in front of her. Tracey tackles a plate of fried potato chips.

The Gryffindor table was as empty as Hufflepuff's. If the early snow had not disrupted Wood's training plan, Anthony believed that the Gryffindor Quidditch team would have had breakfast and would probably be on the pitch with tiny snowflakes flying at this time.

There wasn't even anyone on the staff bench. Professor McGonagall was reading the Daily Prophet with a bowl of oatmeal in front of her. At the end of the table, Filch was eating bread. Except for them, all other seats were empty.

Good morning, Minerva, said Anthony, pulling out his chair. Good morning, Mr. Filch.

Good morning, said Professor McGonagall.

Filch nodded to Anthony in response, stroking what looked like a torn blanket in his lap. The thing opened its eyes. Anthony was startled to realize that it was Mrs. Norris. It looked unhappy - probably because Filch had stuffed it into a small sweater.

Antony got himself some slices of bacon: What's the news, Minerva?

Nothing of particular concern. Professor McGonagall said, still reading the newspaper, By the way, Henry, Flourish and Blotts has sent those dark magic books.

What dark magic book? Anthony asked. Professor McGonagall raised her eyes from the newspaper and glanced at him.

Oh, dark magic books! Anthony suddenly remembered, Those illegally published books donated to the library? Has Flourishes and Blotts finally cleared them out?

Yes, they sent four carriages to transport them in cages. Sylvanos almost thought I approved his purchase proposal. Professor McGonagall said, returning his eyes to the newspaper, I'm wondering why the Sirius report hasn't come out yet.

Anthony leaned over and took a look. Professor McGonagall was pausing on a report about the Weird Sisters' tour. With their disheveled hair and tattered robes, they did resemble Sirius to some extent. However, Anthony had to say that Sirius was not as hairy as them.

Ms. Bones is going to interrogate Peter Pettigrew again today, right? Anthony asked.

Yes. Caredi has already set off. Professor McGonagall said, turning another page of the newspaper. A Devon wizard is suing a shop that sells foxglove insecticide after it was advertised as containing citrus extract, but the wizard wiped it away after running out of jam. on toast, and announced that he hadn't eaten even a speck of citrus.

Anthony munched on bacon and fried eggs and watched the report with her for a while.

No matter how much citrus is added to it, it is still a pesticide. Anthony said, watching Professor McGonagall turn another page, Maybe they want to wait until the retrial is over before reporting it?

Professor McGonagall frowned and shook her head.

I don't know, she said, finally putting down the paper. Carridy said that the Ministry of Magic originally wanted to publish the report even on Monday, but Umbridge suggested publishing Peter Pettigrew's confession today, recalling Claw. How did Qiu put Sirius in Azkaban... After the retrial, the crime confessed by Peter Pettigrew will be reported tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, the headline news of the Daily Prophet should be Sirius's acquittal, they thought. Gotta take some pictures of Fudge and Umbridge shaking hands with him and stuff like that.”

Anthony commented: A very thorough plan.

But their report was not sent out today. Professor McGonagall said, I hope nothing happened.

…

After breakfast, Anthony decided to go to the library and take a look at the dark magic books sent by Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

Looking out of the corridor window, the lawn was covered with undisturbed snow, and no traces could be seen except for a few very small animal footprints. Hagrid was holding a very large snow shovel and clearing the path from his door to the gate of Hogwarts Castle. Ya Ya was running around, holding the rope with his teeth, pulling the sled piled with various cleaning tools.

Anthony passed several dozing portraits and stepped into the library. Mrs. Pince nodded.

Good morning, Professor Anthony. Mrs. Pince said, reaching under the counter and taking out the register. What book do you want to borrow this time?

No, it's not needed yet. Anthony smiled, I heard that Flourish and Blotts Bookstore has shipped a batch of books.

Oh, those books. Mrs. Pince said with a somewhat dissatisfied tone, If you are looking for them, those books are in the restricted area.

Anthony nodded: Okay, thank you.

He walked quietly through the rows of bookshelves. The library was quiet, and almost all seats were empty. Books are arranged at random heights on the bookshelf, and the faint smell of paper and ink floats in the air. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds and fell gently on the table by the wall. It seemed cooler here than in the warm, sleepy room.

Going around a row of surprisingly high bookshelves is the restricted book area.

As soon as Anthony approached the room labeled Temporary Warehouse, he knew why Mrs. Pince was unhappy.

Unlike those quiet bookshelves, this place is extremely lively. All the books were locked in cages - Anthony found bite marks on one of the railings, and he remembered that this cage was previously used to contain The Monster Book of Monsters - some were whimpering, and some were crying. Some were flying around, and some were emitting a strange aroma, which mixed with the smell of a smelly book next to it. The smell was so unpleasant that it made people feel dizzy.

Wow. Anthony said, facing the cage full of books, he didn't know where to start.

He didn't even understand how Flourish and Blotts had hidden them in its bookshelves and warehouses, only to discover their existence when they were cleaning out. This is literally a cage of stuff that screams I am a forbidden book of dark magic.

He finally decided to quickly open the cage door and grab a book from inside to read.

When he touched it, Three Hundred Deadly Poisons You Don't Know spat green-black venom on his hand, and the title changed to Because You're Already Dead by the Time You Know. The Encyclopedia of Venomous Snakes seemed to want to give him a taste of venom, but Anthony immediately gave up on it and instead grabbed a copy of The Transfiguration of Evil.

The book melted gurglingly, turning into some kind of viscous liquid that began to crawl up his arm. Anthony shook it off with all his strength, and watched helplessly as it turned back into a book, smashed against the opposite railing, and lay on the bottom of the cage like a harmless book. Anthony mentally vowed to ask Daniel how he put them in the cage the next time they met.

By the time he finally took out a copy of Cheers to Death in embarrassment, sunlight had already filled the library.

Anthony locked the cage, let out a long breath, and decided not to touch other books for the time being. He took this pocket book-sized copy of Cheers to Death and found a seat in the restricted book area, intending to read it for a while. He leaned back slightly and could hear the soft footsteps and the sound of clothing rubbing in the common area. Students also come to the library. Anthony couldn't help but smile.

Just then, he heard muffled conversations near him.

We finally convinced Wood not to train today... Harry said.

Shh! said Hermione, We need to prepare for the test, especially you, Ron!

Great, I've been meaning to start reviewing for a long time, Ron said gloomily, yawning loud enough for Anthony to hear.

Anthony turned his head and glanced. He found that the seat he chose happened to be facing the public area, and Harry, Ron and Hermione obviously wanted to find a corner with fewer people.

The sound of chairs being dragged. The three of them sat down.

Why don't we just ask Sirius, Hermione? said Ron. I bet he knows what animagus is.

Hermione said: You heard what Madam Pomfrey said. He needs to rest, not accept endless interruptions from you!

Sirius doesn't think that's an intrusion, said Ron.

But Madam Pomfrey thinks so, Hermione said.

Harry compromised and said, Okay, transfiguration test in class. Review plan, Hermione?

Hermione sounded a little satisfied: Here. Let's go through the textbook first, and then I can ask you questions, so that you know what you haven't mastered.

Ron seemed to yawn again. The sound of pages turning was heard behind Anthony.

'Animagus is a kind of magic that allows wizards to transform into animals. It is a branch of human transformation... It is the most difficult type of transformation and is famous for being difficult to detect...' Xiao Has Sirius seen your Quidditch practice, Harry? Ron asked. Didn't he say he could turn into a big dog? He could pretend he's Hagrid's new pet next time so he can go It depends on your training.”

I don't think he's seen it yet, said Harry, but he said he bought me a toy broomstick when I was little...I don't remember.

Toy broomstick?

Shhh! said Hermione, read the textbook!

After a while, Ron said again: A toy broomstick? That thing is so expensive! Did he buy you one?

Uh...probably so, Harry said.

Ron said: I really want to see Malfoy's face when he knows this! He always brags that he played with broomsticks when he was a child... But you played earlier, Harry! Sirius will also give you a house elf. ! Malfoy is going to be mad! He sounded a little envious, It's good to have a godfather.

I don't want a house-elf, said Harry. You haven't seen Dobby... he makes me uncomfortable.

Hermione also joined in the discussion. Dobby sounds very pathetic, she said angrily, think about how Malfoy treated him, and you even said he needed to punish himself for saying bad things about Malfoy! This... this is so barbaric. Yes! This is slavery!

Are you sympathizing with a house elf who is trying every possible means to get Harry to drop out of school? Ron questioned.

I'm pointing out that slavery is wrong! Hermione said, her voice rising.

At this time, the sound of Mrs. Pince's footsteps was heard, and there was a brief moment of silence behind Anthony.

Dobby said he was a 'slave'! Hermione whispered, her tone still fierce, They made him work but didn't pay him or even give him basic respect! Isn't this barbaric enough?

House elves like to work, Hermione! That Dobby just sounds crazy, said Ron. He blocked Harry and me outside Platform Nine and Three Quarters and hit Harry with a Bludger. And then he announced that he was trying to protect Harry - he was out of his mind, Hermione. He also said that Anthony was a dark wizard and had been in Azkaban. I mean, that Anthony!

Anthony moved himself to the corner and listened with curiosity as they relayed Dobby's words.

Sirius said it was impossible for Professor Anthony to have been in Azkaban, Harry said. He said he could definitely tell who had experienced the hospitality of Azkaban's jailers.

Okay, Dobby may be wrong about this. Hermione reluctantly admitted, But the unfair treatment he received is real. In this matter, Dobby may be the only normal person. House-elf! Besides, if you're banging your head against the wall, you're forgiven for getting some things wrong.

At least I won't confuse Snape with Anthony. Ron said. Dobby may mistake you for Millicent next time. Then you can say that Dobby is the normal one.

But you're confusing the First Theorem of Transfiguration with the First Rule of Transfiguration, Hermione shot back. Jesus, that's for first year. You don't seem to have a very good brain either, Ronald.

Anthony looked over. Ron seemed to have nothing to say for a moment, looking down at the textbook, only two red ears were exposed.

Harry said: Uh...Hermione? Why aren't the transformation of a match into a needle and the transformation of a needle into a match the same level of difficulty?

Hermione's tone softened a lot: Because the reversibility of transformation is affected by time and consciousness. It's on pages 127 and 128.

Thank you so much, Hermione, Harry said, looking down at his textbook.

They didn't discuss the house-elves further.