The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The sky outside the window has completely darkened. The window was half-open, and from the outside to the chair, and then from the chair to the ground, the wet cat paw prints formed a clear trail, showing the patrol route of the cat who finally returned.

The cat raised its head from licking its fur, put down its paws, arched up and stretched, jumped off the cat climbing frame, rubbed him in a good mood, and jumped back on the shelf. Its fur was wet and sticky, and it was dripping with water, making the cotton platform of the cat climbing frame a mess.

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and removed the cat's fur. The cat that was licking its fur was stunned for a moment, holding up its bone paw and hesitated for a while, then slowly lay down and rolled into a ball.

Anthony lit the fireplace, took off his coat, poured out the remaining cold tea in the cup, and boiled a pot of hot water again. He changed his shoes and walked slowly into the bedroom amidst the crackle of the flames. Both the Wraith Chicken and the Wraith Rat were in the room, sleeping at the head and end of the bed. The Wraith Chicken opened its eyelids and glanced at him, then curled up its neck and fell asleep.

Good evening, Anthony greeted, lighting the fireplace in the bedroom. Perhaps because of the cold weather, the frequency of fights between the Wraith Chicken and the Skeleton Cat has dropped a lot.

In the corner of the room, there was a hole in the bag of dried fish with colorful balls, and dried fish of different shapes were scattered on the floor. The perpetrator did not shy away from leaving evidence of his identity at the scene: several dirty paw prints.

Anthony probably knew where the cat's good mood came from. He put away the dried fish, picked up the charms book he read last night from the bedside table, returned to the office, leaned back on the chair, and flipped the bookmark back to where it was.

In addition to undead magic, he has recently been learning various conventional spells. Whether it was the capture and trial of Peter Pettigrew or the recent bad weather, everything reminded him how important it was to master normal magic. Beyond that, he did find charms to be an interesting subject. Unlike curses, short spells generally place considerable emphasis on accuracy of pronunciation and gestures.

Professor Flitwick was very fond of telling the story of Wizard Balufio and the Buffalo, and Professor McGonagall accidentally mentioned in the chat that Neville's grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, failed the Charms O.W.L exam - because She memorized almost all the spells and gestures for the Charms, and made the examiner's shoes across from her burst into laughter while demonstrating the differences between the Happy Charm and the Tickling Charm.

Professor Flitwick thought that Mrs. Longbottom might have used Transfiguration out of stress, but Professor McGonagall pointed out that she did not turn the shoe into a squeaking rubber duck, but added a mouth to it. , this is a very typical charm effect, just like making a teacup grow legs is an exam part of Charms rather than Transfiguration.

On the table, Anthony's teacup was staggering like a drunken man, his legs awkwardly entangled with each other. Anthony believes that this has nothing to do with his level of magic, but entirely a problem with the illustrations in the book. It's hard to imagine how something with seven legs could walk.

The skeleton cat jumped over suddenly, put a paw on the tea cup, opened its mouth and bit the handle sideways. The teacup struggled under its claws, making a harsh scraping sound of ceramic and bone.

Don't you have Roger Snake to play with? Anthony protested.

The cat turned a deaf ear and continued to nibble on the tea cup, until Anthony made all seven legs disappear, then sat down on the desk with satisfaction, looked at Anthony with eyes burning with soul fire, and then looked in the direction of the pile of white wine.

No, said Anthony.

The skeleton cat moved forward, jumped into his lap, and rubbed its skull against Anthony's chest.

Don't even think about it, Anthony insisted. You bit the corkscrew just yesterday - did you know that you are an undead kitten, cat? He picked up the persistent skeleton cat and stared at it seriously. Burning soul fire, Huh? You know what? Do you know that if you use necromancy when biting something, it will be very difficult to repair?

The cat stared at him for a while, stretched out its paw, scratched him impatiently, broke away from his hand, jumped off the chair and walked away.

Just then, the teapot screamed. Anthony suddenly realized that the water had been boiling for a long time. He jumped up and took the teapot off the fire. The cat stared up at it very dissatisfied, wagging its tail. The magic creature from Diagon Alley screamed for a while longer before closing the spout with a bitter clang.

There is only half a pot of water in the teapot. The room was full of water vapor, and the windows were also covered with water mist. Anthony opened the curtains, wiped it casually when he came back with the tea can, wiped out a small window, and looked outside.

It was a bright night, the snow reflected the bright moonlight, and there were no owls flying back to the shack in the sky. Apart from the howling wind and the faint sound of human voices, no other sounds could be heard.

The cat suddenly jumped to the window, its skeleton body reflecting golden light in the firelight. Anthony followed its line of sight and saw a familiar golden color appearing in the layers of water mist.

He put down the tea leaves, stretched out his hand to wipe the window again, leaned close to the window and looked down carefully. The skeleton cat sat on the windowsill, leaning its head, squeezed next to Anthony's head and looking out.

Under the moonlight, a little unicorn stumbled across the snow, looking left and right hesitantly from time to time, or suddenly turning back and running wildly for a while. Judging from the direction it was walking, it was gradually moving away from the Forbidden Forest and slowly heading towards the ordinary forest outside Hogwarts.

Is it lost? Anthony whispered, not sure whether he was asking himself or the skeleton cat. The skeleton cat put his head against the window with great interest, looking at the magical animal cubs he had never seen before.

Anthony straightened up, looked around the office, grabbed his coat, and hurriedly opened the door. He only had time to turn the cat back into a ginger cat, and saw it nimbly get into the bedroom, followed by a very loud hissing sound. While Anthony was wondering whether he should hide the dried fish, he closed the door and walked quickly down the stairs.

As curfew approached, students still in the hallways or halls hurried toward the lounge. Filch was standing guard at the top of the stairs, looking at the students with an unkind look, looking at his pocket watch from time to time. Anthony said hello to him, walked out of the gate under the curious eyes of the students, walked around the castle, and finally found the little unicorn next to a bush.

The unicorn was studying the half-buried gloves that some student had left in the snow, lowering his head and sniffing them gently. The crunching sound of snow under Anthony's feet startled it. It raised its head, looked at Anthony with its round eyes for a while, and then lowered its head to observe the wool.

Anthony slowly squatted down.

Are you lost? he asked in a low voice, This is far away from your home. How did you end up here?

The little unicorn dug his glove out of the snow, stared at it carefully for a while, twitched his ears, and turned his attention to Anthony. Anthony held his breath and watched it slowly approach him.

It seemed a little bigger than the last time Anthony saw it - maybe they were not the same one, he didn't know - and after he crouched down, he had to raise his head slightly to see the unicorn's eyes. The hair on its body also seemed to be thicker, emitting a warm golden light, its ears were erect, and a small patch of hair on its forehead was more golden than the sides, which seemed to be where the horns were about to grow.

Do you remember how to get back to the Forbidden Forest? Anthony said softly, Is anyone looking after you?

The unicorn's hooves are covered with a layer of long golden soft fur, and the white snow on it falls off as it walks. It slowly approached Anthony...then snapped at the laces of his boots.

Hey, don't be like this. Anthony said, reaching out to hold the shoelaces and trying to pull them back a little. I think they are polyester and are not easy to digest.

The unicorn chewed his shoelaces and lay down.

Get away from her, human! A furious shout came from behind Anthony. He turned around and saw Baine galloping out of the woods, glaring at him, his bow fully drawn. An arrow with a cold light was pointing steadily at Anthony's chest. He seemed to think that the unicorn, which was lying next to Anthony's shoes with its head lowered, was injured.

I mean no harm! cried Anthony, standing up.

The unicorn stood up and jumped back in fright, pulling his shoelaces away. It still held a small piece of shoelace firmly in its mouth.

I just saw it from the window and thought it was lost, Anthony explained. I was worried that it would wander somewhere other than Hogwarts.

Bain slowed down his pace, still looking at him distrustfully, pointing his arrow at Anthony. He tilted his head towards the little unicorn, motioning for it to come over. The golden unicorn stubbornly bit the shoelace and stood there.

There was another noise in the woods. Another centaur appeared outside the Forbidden Forest. He has a chestnut body and his hair is as black as Bane.

Ronan noticed that you left our woods. He was worried that he had angered you because of the discussion in the afternoon. The chestnut centaur said calmly, his eyes scanning Anthony and the unicorn, But now I see the reason. ”

Margery, Ronan's worry is an insult to me. Bain said, still not looking away from Anthony, I am indeed angered, but I will not leave the colony for this... You heard me, I said from Get away from that cursed wizard who pollutes the stars! His last words were to the unicorn.

What does that mean? Anthony asked, polluted star trails?

Baine drew his bow fuller and did not answer him. Margery explained calmly: You've made our stars incomprehensible, wizard. They're not meant to be.

No need to explain it to him, Margaery. Bain said impatiently, It is impossible for humans to understand the meaning of the stars.

Margery looked up at the night sky and continued to say in a steady tone: Mars should not be so bright.

Baine was still glaring at Anthony, and said to the little unicorn: Come here, foal! If it weren't for your pack request - if it weren't for my pack request - I would never meddle.

Anthony bent down and forcefully pulled the shoelace out of the unicorn's mouth.

You know, he has a point, he said to the unicorn, reaching out to touch its satiny, warm fur. You shouldn't be here. You belong in the Forbidden Forest.

The unicorn stared at his boots. Anthony thought he could understand. If he lived in a forest filled with hooves and giant fuzzy spider legs, he would probably be curious about this strange thing.

Anthony laughed: I can't take it off and give it to you, okay? But I know that the giant squid in the Black Lake has a shoe, and you might be able to find the other one.

Bane moved forward, standing between Anthony and the unicorn. The unicorn poked his head out from under his horse's belly and continued to look at Anthony.

You'd better leave, human, Bane said threateningly, and never come into our woods.

This is not the time when Mars should light up. Margery looked up at the sky and said calmly and undisturbed, I also saw Jupiter...

That's good, Anthony said, waving to the little unicorn, Bye...well, I hope to see you when you're an adult.

Bain turned around, bent his front legs, lowered his body, and reached out to pick up the little unicorn. The unicorn seemed to say something to him. He glanced at Anthony suspiciously, stood up again, and stared up at the sky.

I also saw Jupiter. Bain said seriously, Let's go back, Margaery.

Margery looked away, looked at Anthony, and asked calmly: What about you, human? What did you see?

Bain gave a disdainful and rough laugh, like a horse neighing.

Humans can't see, Margery. They are arrogant, but they are no different from blind people. He said, I know what Firenze said, but I say again, Firenze is mistaken. He is not that A star. Depending on the stars and destiny, no one can be a star!

I agree, Margery said, still looking at Anthony unblinkingly, but we all know that something is disturbing the stars. What do you see, human? What is so special about you?

Anthony raised his head and looked at the moon. With his ordinary, dull, human eyesight, he could only see this bright stone hanging in the night.

He looked away. The distant mountains have become a shadow, hidden in the night. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. The moonlight fell on the snow without any hindrance, illuminating the entire lawn with an icy cold glow. At the end of the lawn stood Hogwarts Castle, with the flickering light of the fireplaces dimly peeking out from hundreds of windows.

Above the stars and destiny, Margery asked solemnly and calmly, what can you see, human being?

I see... I guess it will be a sunny day tomorrow, Anthony said.

Probability and weather forecast, it was a cloudless, clear night.