The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Tracy replied calmly: Good evening, Professor Anthony. She took away her hand from the stone bricks and stood up slightly.

What's the reason today, Davis? Anthony asked. Lesson plans, dinner, and house elves testified that he really had no intention of catching students wandering the night today.

Tracy hesitated for a while, shook her head, and did not answer.

Why do I always see you wandering around at night? Anthony said, Come on, Miss Davis, I need to send you back to where you belong...deduction or confinement?

Points off, Professor, Tracy said, stepping out of the shadows of the stairs.

Okay, two points from Slytherin for your night out, Anthony said. He nodded to Tracy, indicating that she could go back to the dormitory. He walked beside Tracy and looked at her in the dim light.

He saw no sign of injury on Tracy. Tracey's hair was neatly tied back, her robes were clean and warm, her expression was relaxed, and she didn't seem to mind Slytherin's loss of points at all.

What's the matter, Professor Anthony? Tracy asked keenly.

Slytherin doesn't care much about the House Cup this year? Anthony asked.

Tracy was secretly relieved that he no longer asked why she was wandering in the middle of the night, and picked up the topic very easily.

Huh? No, they still care. Draco has been saying that if nothing else happens... Tracey glanced at Anthony quickly, Last year's Academy Cup should have been for Slytherin. Last year. , Ravenclaw ended Slytherin's six consecutive championships, which has made many people unhappy. She thought for a while and added, However, it is very likely that Slytherin will win the Quidditch Cup this year. ——Roger kept complaining to me about those Nimbus 2001——By then, Slytherin will have some more house points.”

Okay, Anthony said.

Tracy said: Why do you ask, Professor Anthony?

Because I have the stereotype of Slytherin who doesn't like being deducted points? Anthony said, remembering how Pansy Parkinson locked Tracy in the astronomy tower and ran away in the middle of the night because he forgot to break the spell. When I left the dormitory, I remembered what Pansy said during the confinement, Because of 'Slytherin's sense of honor'?

Tracy let out a small Oh.

Anthony turned to look at her at the indifference in her tone, and said with some surprise: You don't sound very agreeable.

Tracy pursed her lips and hesitated. Anthony said gently: This is just a small talk out of curiosity. If you are willing to talk, I would be happy to hear your opinion. But if you are not willing...

Okay, there's nothing I can't say. Tracy said, I guess your impression comes from Draco - or Pansy? She turned her head, studied Anthony's expression, and continued to calm down Said, Anyway, that's their Slytherin honor, not mine. I don't care about the deduction in the first place.

It was then that Anthony remembered that Tracy had indeed never shown any desire for the Academy Cup. He could see in Pansy, Malfoy, Roger, Harry, Ron—even the Weasley twins—that they cared more or less about the Academy Cup, but Tracy seemed to really Didn't take it to heart. If Anthony remembers correctly, Tracy seemed to congratulate Roger after Ravenclaw won the championship last year.

You are asking me to consider whether your penalty points should be changed to confinement, Miss Davis, Anthony said.

A smile flashed across Tracy's face and she said easily: Roger said you don't like putting students in solitary confinement.

I...well, I really don't like it. Anthony said, stopping in the cellar corridor leading to the door of the Slytherin common room. So don't let me catch you wandering at night again, okay? ?I'm afraid I'll be in confinement next time, Miss Davis.

Okay, Professor Anthony, Tracy said.

The torch cast dancing shadows on her face, and Anthony noticed that the cyan under her eyes seemed darker than the last time they met late at night.

Davis, are you having trouble falling asleep? Anthony said. I think I need to repeat this: if you feel you need it, please don't hesitate to ask Madam Pomfrey or anyone else for help. Ask for help and Not a sign of weakness, Miss Davis.”

I know, Professor. Tracy said seriously, smiling at Anthony, Thank you. She turned her head and said towards the damp stone wall, Pure blood.

With a rough rubbing sound, the stone door in the wall slowly opened. Anthony watched the mixed-race Tracy walk into the door. The door closed behind her and immediately disappeared, as if she had just walked into a stone wall.

…

Anthony stood next to the wet wall for a while, then turned around and walked back.

Slytherin's cellar was much damper and colder than other places in the castle, and the coldness came from every corner of the rough stone walls. Except for the slight sound of burning torches and the occasional ticking of water drops falling to the ground, the place was as quiet as a tomb.

Anthony still planned to go to the kitchen to have something to eat, but on the way, he couldn't help but keep thinking about Slytherin's college ethos.

What does Tracy - and the other Slytherin students who are not pure-blood wizards - think about when they say the password before entering the common room every day? Isn't Snape, the head of Slytherin, also a half-blood wizard? Why would he agree to such a password?

He walked up the long corridor, recalling his interactions with the Slytherin students.

From his perspective, he would say that this is a group of students who have their own logic for doing things. They seemed to be incompatible with the other three houses in the school. Even with Tracy, who had the easiest relationship with him among the Slytherins, he could still feel her caution when communicating. He could hear a series of but I don't needs behind her thank yous.

Maybe he should wait in the corridor of the Slytherin cellars for a while, maybe he could meet other students who were out for a night out... Then he could go into solitary confinement and communicate with more Slytherin students.

Just as he was thinking this, he caught a glimpse of something weird around him from the corner of his eye. The light of the torch seemed to hesitate in that dim corner. Anthony turned sharply, remembering Quirrell and his Disillusionment Charm.

Before his brain could react, his feet had already walked quickly towards the corner. He could tell that there seemed to be a humanoid chameleon standing there, but the exquisite illusion spell and the dim firelight made it impossible for him to identify who it was.

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the wizard, who seemed to pull out his wand as a reflex, pointed it at Anthony's face threateningly, and took a big step forward.

That's close enough. Anthony made out a huge hooked nose, which was rapidly changing into the color of the firelight reflecting on the stone wall.

Professor Snape? he said in surprise.

…

Professor Anthony, Snape said reluctantly, pressing his wand down slightly.

Anthony withdrew his wand: I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be you, Professor Snape. What are you doing here?

Excuse me, Professor Anthony, this is the crypt of Slytherin. Snape said, also putting away his wand, Coincidentally, I happen to be the Head of Slytherin. Maybe what I should ask is ,what are you doing here?

Send the students who went out for the night back to the dormitory. Anthony explained, I was about to leave.

How responsible, it's really impressive. Snape said dryly, Now, if you'll excuse me, Professor Anthony, I have more important things. He walked around Anthony and walked towards the ground.

Anthony hesitated and followed.

Snape stopped and hissed, Any more questions, Professor Anthony?

No. Anthony said calmly, without delving into why the Head of Slytherin appeared in the corridor of the Slytherin cellar in the middle of the night under the Disillusionment Curse. Everyone has their own secrets.

Snape's voice became more dangerous: Then I really don't understand why you are following me, Anthony.

Nothing, I just want to go upstairs. Anthony replied. They were standing on the nearest ramp to the ground.

…

Would you mind taking the Disillusionment Charm off for a moment? said Anthony. It's making me a little dizzy.

He's not lying. If you always have a piece of fabric that is constantly changing color and luster dangling in front of your eyes, you will also feel dizzy.

Snape said coldly, Yes, I mind.

Okay, Anthony said.

…

Anthony had never felt so far from the cellar to the ground. Snape strode silently in front of him, his footsteps so soft they seemed to be gliding. In this silence, Anthony felt that the light and shadow in front of him was even more dizzying.

How's the unicorn blood simulation going? Anthony asked, purely to make himself comfortable. I heard that you discovered that unicorn blood and snake venom might be able to create an artificial body?

It's not an artificial body, Anthony. Snape said, It's a physical condensation created by magical guidance with the help of potions. Of course, I don't expect you to understand the difference between the two.

It's not a potion aid, but a mixture of representative substances of life and death. Anthony imitated his sentence structure, I am indeed reading a book, Snape.

Snape snorted. Anthony felt better, finally no longer feeling like he was following some weird, flowing hallucination.

Flesh Magic, Snape whispered mockingly, Flesh Magic and Necromancers, Azkaban should have at least two cells reserved for you, Anthony.

Well... Anthony said. He knew that both Dumbledore and McGonagall were well aware of his escape, but he wasn't sure how much Snape knew.

Snape said smoothly: I won't arouse your nostalgia, will I, Professor Anthony?

No, not at all, said Anthony.

They were finally close to the ground. Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and saw the entrance to the corridor through Snape's messy figure. It was at this time that he suddenly realized that Snape didn't seem to be wearing his usual black robe.

Professor Snape, Anthony said hesitantly, are you wearing that eight thousand galleons robe?

I didn't know you were even interested in clothes, Professor Anthony. Your interests are surprisingly wide-ranging, said Snape. I thought flesh magic would be enough. I know Dumbledore has it. Annoying tendency to always try to include you in this or that study, but if you and Dumbledore plan to discuss knitted sweater patterns, don't bother letting me know.

Anthony didn't let him change the subject: I mean, why are you wearing a dueling robe, Professor Snape? I recognize it clearly.

Professor Flitwick once proudly showed him his favorite dueling robe - six thousand seven hundred and twenty galleons. According to him, this kind of robe with closed sleeves has no special benefits, but it is very suitable for large-scale movements. A true dueling robe allows its owner to duel without being weighed down by clothing.

The reason why it is so expensive is not only because its fabrics are carefully selected and extremely strong, but also because it is 100% tailor-made. Only a very few tailors have the ability to make duel robes. skills. In a sense, dueling robes have become a status symbol. Anthony couldn't believe that Snape had only put on these eight thousand galleons by accident.

It's none of your business, Snape said coldly.

Don't tell me who you are going to duel with. Anthony said, catching up with him a few steps. Seriously, Snape, at this time?

Maybe unlike some people who have nothing to do and do nothing, my day is too busy to find a more normal time. Maybe my duel partner will scream in the sun and turn into ashes. Snape said impatiently Say, I told you, this is none of your business.

He walked up the steps quickly, and Anthony followed. He was about to say something more, but suddenly found Snape stopped.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking out of the school hospital, talking fiercely. Harry frowned, Ron scratched his hair irritably, and Hermione shook her head, looking absolutely furious.

Ouch, said Snape softly, Ouch, ouch.

At this time, Harry turned his head and his eyes paused at the stairs where Snape and Anthony were.

To Anthony's surprise, Harry paused, pointed here and said a few words to Ron and Hermione, and actually trotted directly in his direction. Ron and Hermione followed him and ran over, their expressions mixed with anxiety and anxiety.

Professor Anthony, Harry said eagerly, obviously ignoring Snape who was still covered with the Disillusionment Charm, Professor Anthony, Sirius is missing!