The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The next day was indeed a sunny day. The sun on Sunday shone brightly on the white snow, the distant mountaintops reflected golden light, and the whole world was bright.

The Daily Prophet finally published a report about Peter Pettigrew, and Crouch's photo from that year was also uncovered. His serious and sad face was placed next to the tearful Peter's mug shot.

Surprisingly, the person who decided to award Peter Pettigrew the Order of Merlin First Class was none other than Barty Crouch, the former Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He has always regarded himself as rigorous and upright, but according to a Insiders recall that he was often very forceful in throwing defendants into Azkaban, regardless of whether there was evidence that the other party was a Death Eater. The author is unwilling to mention Barty Crouch Jr., Mr. Crouch's son, here. Another Death Eater, but...

Barty Crouch Jr.? Anthony asked in surprise. He never thought that the other party actually had a son.

Yes, he was also sentenced to life in Azkaban. Professor McGonagall said.

Professor Sprout whispered to Anthony: If it hadn't been for this matter, no one dares to say who the minister would be now.

Anthony glanced toward the nearby student table. Most of the people were not in the auditorium, but the few students closest to them were watching attentively as one of them demonstrated how to drink a glass of pumpkin juice in one go. The Daily Prophet was casually placed next to it and spread out in an article. Herbicide ads.

The professors all fell silent and looked at the report. It vaguely mentions that the Ministry of Magic has recently arrested an important You-Know-Who supporter, expresses its surprise at the reappearance of Peter Pettigrew in a rather inflammatory manner, and provides very detailed information to readers who do not know who Peter Pettigrew is. Introducing James Potter's good friend and recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, Sirius Black was mentioned in a few short paragraphs, and then quickly focused on how the Ministry of Magic immediately (in Fudge's case) led, of course) to realize that this means they may have been deceived, and methodically track down the truth.

Nothing of note, Professor Flitwick said sharply.

While Anthony was still savoring the subtle praise of the current Ministry of Magic in one paragraph (We can look forward to...), Professor Flitwick had finished reading ten lines at a glance and started to read another page about the French Ministry of Magic's announcement to restrict large-scale large-scale projects. Snail export news.

In a few days, the Ministry of Magic will have to be resourceful and brave to find that man's wand again. Professor McGonagall said disgustedly.

Tuesday or Wednesday, a voice said cheerfully behind them. Connelly is very interested in this matter.

After so long, Dumbledore finally appeared next to the staff table. Everyone was surprised.

Albus! Professor Sprout turned around and said reproachfully, You scared me!

I'm sorry, Pomona, I thought I would receive a warmer welcome. Dumbledore said cheerfully, pulling out the chair and sitting in his own seat, What's on offer this morning? Plum pudding? Hmm... trouble Pass me the toast over there, Minerva? And the raspberry jam? That's great.

Professor McGonagall handed the toast to Dumbledore and put the jam bottle in his hand.

Albus, tell me— she said.

Professor McGonagall's words were interrupted by a click. Dumbledore unscrewed the cap, raised the bottle and looked inside to see the remaining jam.

There's still some left, Dumbledore said with satisfaction, then raised his eyes to look at Professor McGonagall and asked gently, What happened, Minerva?

Professor McGonagall whispered: Caredi said that Peter Pettigrew's sentence was commuted from the Dementor's Kiss to life imprisonment in Azkaban. Is this true?

Ah, about that... Dumbledore said, then stopped. He looked around. Not only Professor McGonagall, but Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick and Anthony were all looking at him.

Dumbledore nodded: From what I've heard, I'd say it's true.

Professor Sprout sighed and began to spread layers of butter on his bread. Professor McGonagall had a straight face and said nothing for a moment.

Professor Flitwick piped up: The announcement will be made on Tuesday or Wednesday, won't it? Along with the wand?

Yes, Dumbledore said easily, I don't think Voldemort will be particularly happy.

Like a gust of wind blowing through the staff table, Voldemort's name caused all movement to pause. Professor McGonagall agreed: He won't.

Will he go to trouble with the Ministry of Magic, Albus? Professor Sprout asked worriedly.

I don't think he's that powerful yet, Dumbledore said. Anyway, I warned Cornelius, but he didn't seem to care.

Well... Anthony said hesitantly, I guess You-Know-Who might not order the Daily Prophet.

That makes sense. Dumbledore laughed softly, By the way, Henry, do you have any plans today?

Anthony was stunned for a moment: No, sir. It's nothing particularly important. He pushed back in his mind the spell learning and lesson preparation he had arranged for himself. Since the Wraith Chicken came to Hogwarts, Dumbledore has not specifically looked for him.

Dumbledore nodded and lowered his eyes intently to spread raspberry jam on the toast: That's great. Would you mind going to my office after breakfast for a cup of tea or pumpkin juice? Or hot cocoa?

Pumpkin juice sounds great, Anthony said.

…

Dumbledore's office was much the same as it had been since Anthony's last visit. The instruments that buzzed and spewed smoke were still on the table, the portraits of previous principals were still hanging on the wall, and the sunlight was still shining into the room through the tall windows... except for one thing.

Dumbledore sat behind the desk and seemed to understand with just a glance what Anthony was looking for.

Fox is not here now. Dumbledore explained, Nico borrowed Fawkes again. He has been exploring all over the UK recently, and the phoenix has always been an adventurer's favorite companion. It can send messages immediately, tears can heal wounds, and... You can fly with heavy things...

Oh, okay. Anthony said, taking the pumpkin juice that Dumbledore pushed, What do you want from me, sir?

I have a question that I need your opinion on, said Dumbledore. Henry, what is the body?

What?

What is a corpse? Dumbledore repeated patiently, I remember you told me that you could control skeletons, ghosts or corpses. Remus also mentioned that you said that you controlled not the Inferi but corpses. .In the context of necromancy, what is a corpse?”

A corpse is...well...in general, I would say a corpse is an unprocessed skeleton that still contains flesh and blood. Anthony said, Skeletons have no flesh and blood, wraiths are just collections of wishes, and the Inferi - according to The description in the book I read - it is probably a corpse that has been processed by black magic, a by-product of the study of resurrection using necromancy magic. Roast chicken belongs to the corpse, but over-roasted ones do not...etc. . He suddenly remembered that when he faced Quirrell, he condensed the ashes of the troll into a corpse, But the corpse of the magical creature seems to be different.

Dumbledore leaned forward a little, looking at him intently and interested.

Undead magic is better at controlling the corpses of magical creatures... bones, skeletons, remnants after death, whatever we call it. Anthony recalled Bloody Barro's notes and took a sip of pumpkin juice. There is a saying that this It’s because the bodies of these creatures are more adapted to carrying magic, so undead magic flows more smoothly among them.”

More adapted to carrying magic... Dumbledore said thoughtfully, Do you think wizards are magical creatures, Henry?

Anthony had no idea where this conversation was going, but the question sounded too much like a belated interview for a Muggle Studies position.

He chose his words very carefully: I think wizards do meet the definition of magical creatures in the broad sense, but they are still human in nature, no different from Muggles. Compared to magical creatures in the narrow sense of being born with magic, for example, well ... Unicorns or phoenixes, wizards' magic still needs to be learned. Squibs and Muggle-born wizards have proven that the distance between Muggles and wizards is not far away...

Dumbledore laughed, raised a hand, and stopped Anthony's introduction to Muggle Studies: I apologize, Henry, that was not a good question, it was just my personal curiosity. Let's get back to the real question. Bar: First of all, the body is dead, right?

I can't find anything wrong with that statement, Anthony said.

“For something that dies needs to be alive in the first place?”

I guess so.

It's easier for undead magic to control a body suitable for carrying magic?

I think so.

Dumbledore asked: Well, Henry, if someone created a body through magic, would it be a body more suitable for magic? Would it be a body that could die - or live -?

It is possible, said Anthony. Isn't this what flesh magic is about, sir? To achieve through magic what life can do - and even better than life can do?

But, Henry, what if it's not through flesh and blood magic? Dumbledore asked.

Anthony said: Then I doubt whether this person can really create a body. No, as far as I know, apart from flesh and blood magic, there is no other better way to obtain a body blessed by magic and life.

Dumbledore said thoughtfully: Well...

Anthony took the initiative and asked: What's the matter, sir? Why do you ask this?

I'm trying to reverse life through death. Dumbledore said softly, Henry, do you remember the last conversation you and Severus had?

Anthony tried to recall what Dumbledore was referring to.

Severus must have forgotten to tell you that it was a very important discussion. Dumbledore said, He was worrying about how to simulate unicorn blood...

Anthony remembered: The discussion where he stopped mid-sentence? The discussion where he left suddenly? I had no idea what was going on.

I apologize on his behalf, Dumbledore said.

Anthony shook his head, indicating that he didn't care: You know, sir, I think I have begun to get used to Snape. Especially during the period when he and Snape didn't speak much, Snape became Much easier to tolerate.

Dumbledore chuckled and said: To put it simply, Henry, Severus believes that mixing unicorn blood and snake venom can create a body large enough to contain Voldemort.

Huh? was the first word that came to Anthony's mouth. He swallowed the question and replaced it with: Why?

He didn't think this question was much better than modal particles, because Dumbledore quickly tried to explain to him in plain language a certain inference derived from a certain principle of potions (Suppose we take the blood of a unicorn as water of gold, mixed with conflicting potion ingredients), and upon realizing that he had not heard of the principle, began to explain it with examples and analogies, until finally Anthony was forced to admit that he knew nothing about potions.

It's okay, sir, I'm not questioning it, he said before Dumbledore switched to a simpler example, I'm just... a little surprised.

I know. Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed happily, But, I personally think it's always good to be more prepared for what you're about to face, Henry.

About to face it? Anthony said, Just to confirm, sir, Fox won't fly back with Voldemort in his mouth, right?

Unfortunately, I'm afraid not, said Dumbledore. I'm asking you to do me a favor, Henry.

Anthony watched Dumbledore stand up from his seat, walk to the high bookshelf, and pull out a book.

Voldemort will not be satisfied with a body made of unicorn blood and snake venom. Dumbledore said, As you just told me, that will not be a body suitable for the use of magic. I hope you can continue Research on flesh magic - At the same time, Severus has been trying various ratios and brewing methods. The better we know about our enemy, the stronger we are. We can try our best to prevent him from creating a suitable body for himself.

Anthony took the book. This looks like an ancient manuscript, with Advanced Black Magic Revealed (Volume 3) written in cursive script on the old parchment. He flipped through it hastily, and it seemed that there were detailed information on flesh and blood magic from beginning to end.

I found it among the things sent by Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. Dumbledore looked at Anthony, his eyes seemed to be able to see through his heart, This is a very dangerous book. Even if it is an excerpt, don't underestimate it. Dangerous. I sincerely hope that this day will not come, but one day we may use flesh magic. Use it well, Henry, and use it sparingly.

I will, Anthony promised. Somehow, he felt a familiar shiver - similar to receiving an important paper question or test paper when studying - he felt that he was facing an important exam.

Wake up and revise the article.