The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

[It’s still time to catch up to midnight. In order to prevent some book friends from making short comments - after the update, the fee will still be 1,000 words, but the actual number of words is two to three thousand! ! 】【I also need to rush to midnight on Saturday because I work overtime...】

Closing the book, Anthony looked at the clock and realized that it was already afternoon. He finished reading a mysterious runic book and missed lunch because of it.

Anthony stood up, cleared the things on the table, and decided to go out to find something to eat.

Behind him, Harry, Ron and Hermione had left. Two students he didn't know occupied this corner and were writing their papers with their heads down and frowning, with textbooks and several tomes spread out in front of them. Anthony looked over and saw that they were drawing a diagram of a mandrake.

As he strode out of the library, Anthony suddenly remembered that he had not gone to the Second Greenhouse to enjoy afternoon tea with his colleagues. Several students said hello to him, and Anthony smiled and greeted them. He passed a few more students whose noses and ears were red from the cold - they were carrying bags of Honeydukes and Zuko's Joke Shop products and had obviously just returned from Hogsmeade - and saw Filch standing there. At the door, he looked warily at the pockets and bags of every student who entered the castle.

When Anthony passed by, he heard a student and someone beside him say: Filch's Boggart must look like three hundred UFOs chasing him.

It's hard to say. His friend said doubtfully, It could also be what Joko looks like.

…

The lawn outside the castle was piled with snow, and there were footprints everywhere, some of them human and some of animals.

The road leading to the Black Lake has been cleared, with forked roads growing from both sides of it, made of ice. Some of the forked roads are light gray or light brown, with a little bit of muddy water, while more are completely white roads, shining alluringly in the winter sun. They continue to extend into the distance, becoming wider, or sprouting new branches, like a tree that is still growing.

In the pure white snow, students wearing black school uniforms stand out. They squatted in the snow, using any hard-cover book to protect their heads, and hurriedly rolled snowballs, but they did not avoid the snowballs whizzing from behind. Snowballs of all sizes were flying in the air, and it was hard for Anthony not to suspect that someone had secretly used magic to help him.

Give way, the Bludger is coming! Fred and George shouted, carrying the huge snowball on their heads, and happily joined the battlefield.

They were immediately swamped by flying snowballs, but before that, they had thrown the big snowball out and hit Wood on the road next to it. Wood immediately climbed over the fence, balled up snowballs amidst the cheers of the crowd, compacted them in his hands, and threw them towards them.

Anthony stood on the ice road and watched for a while - patting his clothes, smiling and shaking his head at a student who accidentally hit the professor, indicating that he didn't mind - and when he saw Percy who tried to stop them from playing in the snow was also beaten After getting involved in the war, he left.

Fred and George pushed Percy into the snow and happily covered his head with handfuls of snow.

Percy struggled, his face red with anger, and shouted: Fred, George! I'm a prefect!

Oh, dear prefect, Anthony heard Fred or George say seriously, I'm so sorry, we are your brothers. They seemed to start pouring snow into Percy's collar.

Anthony continued toward the greenhouse. The lively laughter gradually faded away. The snow crunched beneath Anthony's feet, and there was something cold and invigorating floating in the air.

Several little brown birds jumped back and forth between the branches, causing the branches to sway slightly, and the snow on the branches fell to the ground with a clatter, making a small crater in the soft snow. With a chirp, the bird flew away.

Along this road with only birds and snow, at the end is the second greenhouse. Anthony could see some footprints pointing in the snow, and he was definitely not the only one who wanted to enjoy afternoon tea in the greenhouse. He laughed to himself and quickened his pace.

Professor Sprout's second greenhouse was a very large glass room, perhaps twenty feet high. There was also snow piled on its roof, and the glass windows showed an icy blue color in the snow.

The door was locked, and Anthony followed the footprints on the ground, walked around it, and found a small door on the side.

He pushed tentatively. The door opened, and a ball of warm and moist air rushed out from the crack of the door, and turned into white mist when it hit the cold wind outside. Anthony frowned and blinked, still unable to see anything clearly.

Who is it - Henry! Professor Sprout's voice greeted, Come in, come in quickly.

Anthony slipped into the greenhouse through the crack in the door and quickly closed the door. When he turned around again, he was finally able to see clearly what the greenhouse looked like. Huge vines clung to the brackets supporting the greenhouse, climbing from the ground to the roof; flowers he didn't recognize were blooming in the corner, and the small wooden barrels placed next to them held their dripping nectar; a row of dancing umbrellas The fungi jumped and migrated towards darker places, and finally gathered under the small tea table placed in the corner of the greenhouse.

Next to the tea table sat Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall. Professor Sprout was holding a cup of tea, sitting on a wooden stool, leaning comfortably against a huge mimosa-like plant, letting its leaves curl and close around him, wrapping himself in it. Professor McGonagall was sitting in an armchair (which looked exactly like the one in her office), picking up a biscuit from the table.

I hope I didn't disturb anything. Anthony said, bending down to find a wooden stool for himself. Good afternoon, Pomona, Minerva.

No, not at all. Professor Sprout said with a smile, We just mentioned that you haven't had afternoon tea with us for a long time.

Anthony said, Yes, I know. He pulled the stool closer and looked at the refreshments on the table. I don't know why, but I always find it easier to go to the staff lounge than to the greenhouse.

Professor McGonagall said understandingly: The staff lounge is inside the castle, but the greenhouse is much further away.

It is your responsibility, Minerva, said Professor Sprout. You should have arranged a greenhouse for me in the castle—at least one closer.

Professor McGonagall took a sip of tea and said, You want to build a greenhouse again, Pomona?

I heard that the British Herbal Society is about to reach a cooperation agreement with Wagadu. Professor Sprout admitted, Wagadu seems to have a lot of interesting plants. She handed over another butter biscuit. To Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall took the biscuit: Okay, I will discuss it with Albus. I guess you will get the open space to the west of the Forbidden Forest.

Anthony recalled. That's not even close.

Professor Sprout said with satisfaction: That's great, thank you, Minerva.