The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

What? Professor Sprout said, But...but I thought his punishment was already determined! Wasn't this announced in the Wizengamot court? The Dementor's Kiss?

The Wizengamot regrets it, of course. Professor Boubaji snorted. I'm even worried that if the Ministry of Magic is given a few more days, they might find some excuse to pardon Pettigrew. She took Anthony After being handed the tea, he leaned back on the carnivorous plant and sighed, Petttigrew really exceeded everyone's expectations. Everyone has their own opinion.

She listed: Crouch suggested keeping Peter Pettigrew's story secret so as not to alert the Death Eaters still roaming outside Azkaban; Fudge still wanted to make Pettigrew's crimes public and tell the public that they had found him. He had stolen the man's wand; Mad-Eye proposed that Pettigrew first reveal the whereabouts of the wand, and then bring him to the Dementors and give him a kiss...

Mad-Eye? Alastor? Professor McGonagall asked in surprise, Is he there too?

Yes, said Professor Boubaji. He wasn't supposed to be at the meeting, but the Auror who was looking after Pettigrew - I think it was Kingsley Shacklebolt - asked the Minister to bring in Mad-Eye. and escort the rat in case he escapes again.”

She continued to recall: Umbridge didn't care too much about whether Black could be cleared, she just wanted to focus on the fact that the Ministry of Magic found You-Know-Who's wand. In addition, she also wanted to confirm that the man had been found. Dead, never to come back again - by the way, I think this part is actually what Fudge meant. Ms. Bones wanted to uphold the original verdict and preserve the dignity of the Wizengamot, but she also agreed with You-Know-Who's Wand The huge symbolic significance. Pettigrew has been crying, praying and apologizing, saying that he is willing to make amends...

Shame on him! said Professor McGonagall.

All in all, Professor Bubaji concluded, taking a sip of tea and rubbing his forehead, Today was a mess.

Professor Sprout handed over a small plate of cake: You should take a good rest, Caridi. No matter what, life imprisonment is a very harsh punishment.

Of course, I know, said Professor Boubaji, but that doesn't mean I'm not disappointed. I told them there are many more important things: Black is still waiting for official proof of innocence; the relatives of those Muggle victims Still waiting for our compensation; other crimes that Pettigrew may have committed - whether he betrayed other people to the mysterious man, what were the consequences; etc., etc. But those people just stood there, They were fighting over whether to publicly correct Black's injustice... If Ms. Bones hadn't sternly refused, I even think the Minister might have considered concealing Peter Pettigrew and only said that the Ministry of Magic had found the mysterious man. Magic wand. Humph, in this case, he might still feel that he has Crouch's handle at any time!

Snape sneered. He sat upright on the stool, looking at his tea cup with an indiscernible expression, and he hadn't said a word from just now to now.

Isn't that why you became the Special Advisor to the Wizengamot, Caredi? Anthony comforted, Because you have a goal, because you still have hope?

Thank you, Henry. Professor Bubaji smiled slightly.

I'm serious, said Anthony. If it weren't for you, Ms. Bones and - I don't know - someone else, maybe Mr. Black would have been carrying the crime, and maybe Pettigrew would have been killed. Escaped. You've made it less disappointing, Caredi.

…

Even though he was in a low mood, Professor Bubbaji still praised Professor Sprout's tea and snacks and ate half the box of chocolate chip cookies in one sitting.

I really needed them, she explained. At the end of the day, they just sent the Dementors over to take over Pettigrew. Pettigrew was devastated - he must have thought our final discussion would uphold the original verdict. I didn't Think about it! When the Dementor grabbed his arm, he was still shaking with his eyes closed, and when he was lifted up, he was completely exhausted. But I must say, those guys in black robes are really uncomfortable.

Professor Sprout confirmed: They transferred the dementors to the Ministry of Magic?

Yes, as if those self-important idiots at the Ministry of Magic weren't uncomfortable enough, Professor Bubbaji complained, holding up another cup of hot tea.

Caredi! said Professor Sprout disapprovingly. Be careful with your words.

What's wrong? said Professor Boubaji. Aren't they?

Professor Sprout hesitated. Professor Bubbaji finally laughed and ate the last piece of cake: Okay, I think I need to go. I have to prepare for the class. Thank you for the cake and cookies, Pomona, they are very good.

I need to leave too. Professor McGonagall said, I still have many reports waiting for me on my desk.

Snape also stood up. Potion, he explained briefly while Anthony and Professor Sprout looked at him.

Wait a minute, I'll go with you. Anthony said, drank the last bit of warm tea in the cup, and stood up. Professor Sprout said nothing, but she was already waving her wand to clear the table.

…

With a clang, the last small silver spoon flew into the cabinet. The drawer slammed shut. Professor McGonagall opened the door, and the cold air from outside rushed in. The warm and moist moisture left on them by the greenhouse suddenly turned into a biting cold weapon.

Snape silently followed Professor McGonagall out, then Professor Bubbaji. After Anthony also left the greenhouse, Professor Sprout bent down and locked the door. He turned back and looked at Anthony, finally showing a somewhat unhappy expression.

It may not be exactly what we originally wanted, but at least it's not a bad outcome. Anthony comforted. The grievances were washed away, and the betrayers were punished. If this was a story, I would say its ending is okay. Accepted.”

Yeah, I know. Just to think that he lived happily for so long after betrayal... Professor Sprout said, putting the keychain back into his pocket, Let's go, Henry.

…

The students were still having snowball fights happily, and the whining cold wind brought them shouts of joy.

Professor Bubbaji and Professor McGonagall walked in the front, talking seriously. Snape looked gloomy, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking. Professor Sprout and Anthony walked at the end of the procession, chatting half-heartedly about the Royal Botanic Gardens in Edinburgh and Mr. Lynde.

Minerva, I'm looking for you everywhere! Professor Flitwick's cheerful, high-pitched voice suddenly appeared.

He jumped deftly over the withered rose bushes and joined their ranks: I spent the whole day studying this... Minerva, this is a very mature work, a very mature product! You really should have a look!

He excitedly waved the long, soft, and colorful Roger Snake in his hand, and then he noticed the somewhat serious and dull atmosphere among the professors.

What's wrong? What happened? Professor Flitwick put down Roger Snake and asked.

…

After saying goodbye to his colleagues, Anthony didn't know what he should do. He stood in the hall and hesitated for a while, and finally decided to go to the campus hospital after seeing a few students passing by with smoke coming from their ears.

Just as Snape said, Harry, Ron and Hermione were indeed in the school hospital. Madam Pomfrey placed Sirius on the deepest and corner bed, and covered the bed tightly with thick and long curtains. Outside the bed was a warning spell. If any curious student came within three or four feet of the bed, Madam Pomfrey would know immediately and angrily ask the student to leave.

Normally, no student dared to disobey her orders.

But what Anthony faces now is an unusual situation.

You shouldn't be here! Harry said with a frown. No one should enter the ward without Madam Pomfrey's permission! After all, how did you get in?

Colin's eyes were wide open and he said excitedly: I saw you coming in, so I followed you in! Oh, you know what's in there, right? He stood on tiptoe and looked inside the bed curtain. What was that, a ghoul? Did you capture it, Harry? Did you capture a ghoul like Professor Lockhart did? Can I take a picture of it? I never have I’ve seen a ghoul!”

Ron and Hermione stood next to Harry, blocking Colin's longing gaze.

This is not fun, Colin! Harry said angrily, Why don't you find something else to do? Go to the library and read a book or something?

I've finished all my homework! Colin said sharply, still trying to find out what was on the hospital bed. Can you take a photo with it? Just like taking a photo with a fish after fishing!

This is not the ghoul I caught, Harry said, sounding impatient. He took a breath and said to Colin nicely: I don't have time now, okay, Colin? If you want, we can... uh...

Can you give me a signed photo of you? Colin asked. Would you like to sign the photo?

Harry showed a reluctant expression, but Anthony suspected that he would agree the next second. Anthony walked a little further into the room, intending to stop this somewhat absurd entanglement.

Hey, listen, if you don't leave quickly, I'm going to beat you up. Ron said with a straight face. His height seemed very useful at this time. I have five brothers. Believe me, I'm very good at fighting. . He added, And I'm particularly good at smashing cameras.

This actually worked. Colin hesitated, then ran away holding the camera.

Ron! Hermione shouted.

Ron grinned: Just scare him.

Exceptionally good at smashing cameras, Harry repeated, smiling too.

When Colin passed Anthony at the door, he screamed: Good afternoon, Professor Anthony! He squeezed out from the side of Anthony's legs.

The three people in the ward looked over immediately. Anthony nodded and greeted them. Hermione suddenly looked a little guilty - they also sneaked into the ward.

I just decided to come and take a look when I was passing by. Anthony said, How is Mr. Black recovering?

With a brush, the bed curtain was lifted. Hermione took a few steps to the side. It turned out that she had been trying to hold the curtain down.

Sirius' face emerged, looking much healthier. His face was no longer sallow, the hollows in his cheeks were gradually plumping up, and a certain joyful fire flickered behind his bright eyes.

Very popular, huh? Harry? Sirius teased, glancing at Anthony's face with bright eyes, By the way, Professor Anthony, please don't call me Mr. Black. I don't like this surname. Just call me It’s me, Sirius.”

Okay, Sirius, said Anthony, then call me Henry. I must say, you look a lot better.

I'm not sick at all! Sirius said, Why no matter who I tell this matter, no one wants to believe me? Is there anyone who knows my body better than me?

His voice also sounded solider and healthier than the last time Anthony had seen him.

Anthony smiled: But Madam Pomfrey is the one who decides everything. If she agrees, I guarantee that no one will deliberately stop you from taking a walk in the snow.

Is it snowing? Sirius asked, looking towards the window. I'm not even allowed near the window. This is not how patients should be cared for. This is just another prison - better than Azkaban at best. Get some.

Professor McGonagall said that before reports about your innocence appear in the newspapers, it is very risky for anyone to see you. Hermione said, This was discussed from the beginning, do you remember ?”

Yeah, otherwise I would go to St. Mungo's to enjoy the care of the VIP ward instead of being kept here to grow moldy. Sirius complained.

Harry asked, Would it be better there?

Sirius turned his head and glanced at him: I guess not. His eyes stayed on Harry for a while before continuing to say to Anthony, Remus told me that you brought that mouse here. In front of him.

Anthony shook his head: You're welcome. By the way, I happen to know a little bit about when you can appear in front of others. Sirius, you will probably get the certificate of acquittal next Monday.

Next Monday? Great! Sirius said eagerly, Last time you said what kind of broomsticks did the Slytherin Quidditch team use?

My Nimbus 2000 is very good. It was given to me by Professor McGonagall. Harry said quickly, And we beat Slytherin without relying on a broom.

You can never have too many brooms, Sirius said disapprovingly, Or would you like a new Nimbus 2000 as a replacement broom?