The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After saying goodbye to the four people in the school hospital, Anthony was about to leave, but he met Percy at the door who was covered in snow and water and in a very embarrassed state.

Percy, who looked like he had just escaped from a violent snowball fight, was rubbing his nose as he followed a sulky Ginny and asked her seriously for a pick-me-up. Ginny's gloves and trousers were all wet, and the corners of her robe were dripping with water.

Good afternoon, Mr. and Miss Weasley, Anthony said, stepping aside to let them in.

Good afternoon, Professor Anthony. Percy said seriously, and then he saw another redhead who was very conspicuous in the ward, Ron, why are you here? His eyes swept across the slightly swaying bed curtain - little Sirius hid himself back with surprising speed - his frown deepening.

Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about, said Percy.

Sounds like you know what's in there, Ron said.

Percy blushed slightly and replied a little offended: Whether I know it or not, it has nothing to do with you, Ron. Anyway, if there is something that Madam Pomfrey and the professors think is inappropriate for the humble The grade knows—— He added the emphasis on lower grade deliberately, and at the same time puffed out his chest, revealing the prefect badge, Then I will not tell you under any circumstances. Go back quickly, I will do it soon. time for dinner.

Following his words, Hermione looked up at the clock and exclaimed: Oh my God, it's already five o'clock! We should have started reviewing at half past four!

At this time, Madam Pomfrey came out of the small room next to her.

Why are there so many people in the ward today? She put down the tray and complained dissatisfiedly. She stared at Harry for a moment until he promised to leave immediately.

Refresher? Madam Pomfrey glanced at Percy and Ginny, saw them nodding, and her tone was a little more satisfied, Well, yes, you should come here before you sneeze and have a runny nose. This will save you a lot of pain. Sin. Give.”

Percy took the crystal bottle and thanked her, then forcefully forced one of the bottles into Ginny's hand, stared at her and drank it reluctantly. The three men who were visiting Sirius walked past them as Madam Pomfrey looked on.

Be careful, Ron. Percy warned. Mom and dad are preparing to visit Bill. Don't cause trouble for them at this time.

Ron snorted disapprovingly, indicating that he understood.

He actually doesn't know what's in that bed. Ron turned his head and whispered to Harry and Hermione.

Anthony heard it, and judging by Percy's expression, he probably heard it too.

Ron— Percy said.

At this moment, a large burst of steam burst out of Ginny's ears, and Harry's glasses were suddenly covered with a layer of white mist. Hermione was startled and jumped half a step to the side.

Ginny's face was red enough to bleed. She covered her still squirting ears with her hands and screamed, I'm sorry!

Oh...it's okay. Harry looked a little surprised, but quickly grinned, I didn't expect that. He took off his glasses and wiped them casually with his sleeves.

Another puff of steam came from between her hand and her ear. Ginny looked almost desperate with embarrassment.

Really, it's okay, Ginny, Harry reassured, placing his sloppily wiped glasses on his nose.

Ron shouted very loudly: Harry said it's okay, Ginny. He shrugged at Harry and laughed, Her ears are blocked by steam and she can't hear you talking like that.

Madam Pomfrey said angrily: No shouting in the wards!

Okay, I'm sorry, Madam Pomfrey, Hermione said almost immediately. Percy gave her an appreciative look.

Ron closed his mouth, looked at Harry's glasses, and then at Ginny's ears, the corners of his mouth twisted.

Ginny's face turned red, she glared at Ron fiercely, pushed Percy away, covered her ears and ran out of the school hospital. Steam was still rising from between her fingers. Ron laughed uncontrollably.

…

During dinner, Ginny's ears were still steaming. Fortunately, after a day of snowball fights, so were many people at the heads of various houses, especially the Gryffindor table. Hermione was eating peas and holding a very long roll of parchment and talking about something. Judging from the expressions of Harry and Ron, it was probably some kind of transfiguration review book.

Most professors are not on the faculty. Lockhart sat down next to Anthony in high spirits, and after saying a simple Good evening, he somehow led the topic to an interesting adventure in his early years, and then to the recent locking at Hogwarts. Your Heart” club activities.

It's been quite busy lately, huh? Henry? Lockhart said. I know, I know, it's definitely not as busy as teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts to seven years, answering letters from readers, and writing new books, but, to be honest, Gil Dro Lockhart may have some shortcomings - he doesn't like lettuce, for example - but I'm not so arrogant as to think that I should be the standard. Besides, these three things are causes that I'm very passionate about, and I definitely don't. I will give up the fight against the dark forces, and I will never forget my dear readers.

That's very good, Professor Lockhart. Anthony said perfunctorily, It's great to have a job you like.

Well, of course, I've always been the lucky one. As I once said - and let me quote from my latest autobiography - 'Luck and strength are the two essential ingredients in a successful venture.' Lockhart said, I happened to talk about this in detail during the club event last week. By the way, did you notice the little decoration in the staff room?

Anthony looked up and said honestly, It's hard not to notice them.

Ha! I knew it! said Lockhart proudly. I noticed that you all liked them so much that you didn't even try to change them. However, I just made some small modifications this morning. I replaced the gold paper with They're silver. They go better with the sky blue, don't you think?

Maybe, Anthony said, forking up the fourth to last piece of baked potato and taking another sip of onion soup.

But I'm thinking about changing them back to gold for Christmas, Lockhart said. By the way, I also want to decorate the gargoyles at the door for Christmas... Well, maybe add a gargoyle to them. A hat... He tapped his lower lip with his fingers, showing the right expression of contemplation.

Sounds good, Anthony said, eating the last potato wedge with salt particles and standing up contentedly. I hope you enjoy your dinner, Professor Lockhart.

Lockhart smiled brightly and said, Thank you, Henry.

Anthony hurried away before he could say anything more. He could feel his wraith chicken and wraith rat in the office, so he couldn't wait to get back.

A mediocre single chapter of two thousand words. Goodnight everybody!

(Calmly but desperately opening today’s ddl file on my work computer)

(Yes, there is no leave note today because I decided to fish today)