The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Regardless, Umbridge won't be coming to Hogwarts for a while. They stood outside the castle chatting for a while longer, and then Professor McGonagall offered to let Lupine stay at Hogwarts for a night.

Lupine said, Thank you, Minerva, but I don't think there are that many beds in Hogwarts—

Professor McGonagall interrupted him: I know a place with a lot of beds, Remus. A smile flashed on her face, Poppy has long wanted to see if you followed her instructions. Take medicine.

Lupine paused, and then couldn't help laughing: I hope she will be satisfied. To be honest, this month has been the easiest full moon night for me, thanks to her help... and Wolfsbane potion provided by Professor Snape.

…

Madam Pomfrey, as Professor McGonagall said, welcomed Lupin's arrival and decisively provided him with a bed, a bedside table and a small cup of potion to help him fall asleep.

You look better than before, Mr. Lupin, Madam Pomfrey said bluntly, but still pretty bad. You need sleep.

Okay, Madam Pomfrey, Lupine said, sitting down on the bed. Madam Pomfrey glanced at Sirius's quiet bed, walked over and cautiously opened the bed curtain and took a look. Sirius was lying on his side with his back to them, seemingly in a deep sleep. Madam Pomfrey left satisfied.

Lupine stroked the sheets with a trace of nostalgia in his expression: To be honest, considering that I have no job and have to deal with those reporters, I think I have done a good job - by the way, Padfoot, we have already Buried Peter.

For a moment, Anthony didn't know who he was talking to. But then, he heard Sirius say coldly: What does this have to do with me?

I just thought you should know, Lupine said calmly.

Dumbledore said: Speaking of work, as long as you are willing to come to Hogwarts to take up a teaching position, Remus, you are welcome to come back here at any time. I promise.

Lupine nodded: Thank you, Professor Dumbledore. For some reason, Anthony felt that Lupine didn't seem to particularly want to become a professor at Hogwarts - at least not the professorship of Care of Magical Creatures.

They chatted around the topic for a while, so Anthony learned that Lupine was still trying to find a job. However, the attention paid to Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black had affected him.

There was a renewed focus on James Potter's friends, and memories of how close the four of them had been. Considering that it was difficult to interview Sirius in Hogwarts and Peter Pettigrew in Azkaban (or earth), reporters focused more on Lupine.

Lu Ping tried to conceal his identity and apply for the job as he had for so many years, but from time to time during the interview process, he found several reporters standing outside the window in a hurry. Eventually, every boss politely or angrily asks him to leave.

What are you going to do next, Mr. Lupin? Anthony asked.

Lupine thought for a moment: I don't know. Maybe I will try to find a job in the Muggle world... He smiled helplessly, The problem is that Muggle background checks are often more stringent than wizards. Maybe I'll be a freelancer, um, a street performer...doing magic or something like that.

Professor McGonagall frowned and said, Then those reporters who can't find Sirius will report that you violated the confidentiality law.

Lupine sighed: Yes.

There was a rustling sound coming from Sirius' bed curtain. He seemed to have just turned over.

Professor McGonagall said: Perhaps you could become an adventurer——

Lupine smiled and said: An adventurer who becomes particularly weak around the full moon night and particularly scary when the moon is full.

Maybe you can become a writer. Anthony suggested, One Thousand and One Jobs or something.

It's more likely to be The Thousand and One Jobs Lost. Lupine said, But thank you. I'd better think about the street performers again.

Anthony suggested: You can play the accordion, Mr. Lupin. The accordion is always very popular and does not violate the Statute of Secrecy.

Dumbledore agreed: That's right, Henry. Music is one of the things that most touches the heart.

Lupine said, I can't play the accordion.

Professor McGonagall said: I like the violin.

Lupine said amusedly: When did you think I could play the violin, Minerva?

I just said I liked the violin, said Professor McGonagall. Seriously, Remus, Care of Magical Creatures -

The curtain of the bed next to them was thrown open. Sirius seemed to finally be able to stand it no longer. You can whistle, he said firmly.

I know you taught me, but I haven't whistled for a long time, Sirius. Lupine turned his head, Are you willing to talk to me?

Sirius said, Then you can become a motorcycle racer!

…

On Saturday morning, Anthony opened his eyes and saw that the surroundings were still very dark. Today is another cloudy day. He sat up, and the cat sleeping next to his pillow opened his eyes slightly, looked at him, and then closed his eyes again. The wraith chicken sat motionless above his wardrobe, while the wraith mouse huddled next to the cat's tail.

I'm going out today, Anthony said very loudly. No one paid any attention to him—the cats, chickens, or mice—they were all sleeping. The mouse curled himself up tighter and buried his head in Anthony's mattress.

Anthony shrugged: Okay.

He put on his slippers, opened the curtains, and took his time to wash up. He was going to meet Daniel at the Leaky Cauldron today, then buy some white wine for the cat, and some apple wood and brandy for Norbert.

During breakfast, neither Lockhart nor Snape nor Filch were there. Anthony chatted with Professor Sprout for a while, discussing candidates for the future Care of Magical Creatures Professor, and then said goodbye happily.

The sky outside was extremely dark, just as the enchanted ceiling in the hall showed, but the snow had stopped. The snow on the road has been cleared, and there are students wearing black school robes everywhere on the road leading to Hogsmeade.

Anthony felt great. All the houses in Hogsmeade have thick piles of snow on their roofs, just like what is often pictured on Christmas cards.

He saw that Honeydukes had begun to display products with Christmas characteristics: holly wreaths with bloody lollipops instead of fruits, hanging chocolate balls sprinkled with gold powder, dancing gingerbread men, and very delicate cookies. The hut... There is also a candy like a Christmas tree. Each branch has a different flavor. Depending on how fast people eat it, the small colored balls, ribbons and gift boxes under the tree will become different color. A nearby poster read in all caps: Eat your own Christmas tree!

Anthony suddenly realized that it was the end of November. That means the Christmas holidays are less than a month away, and then the new year begins.

He greeted several students who were walking towards him, walked to the corner of a house, and apparated several times to Diagon Alley.

The weather in London was almost as gloomy as that at Hogwarts, but it hadn't snowed yet. Wizards scurried up and down the cobblestone paths, and owls chirped loudly and jumped up and down on cages or someone's shoulders. The vendor spared no effort in selling amulets and wisdom-enhancing potions to any wizard who caught his eye. The street was filled with the sounds of conversations, arguments, the shrieks of children, the sound of bells opening and closing shop doors, and so on.

Anthony walked quickly through the crowd and pushed open the dirty door of the Leaky Cauldron with blurred glass. The bar was full of customers, and Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, was busy behind the bar. Several wizards were playing cards, and a circle of people stood next to them, talking about everyone's cards. There were several guests drinking alone in the corner, staring sadly at their wine glasses, as if they wanted to be like the fortune tellers drinking tea, and see their future direction from the bubbles of beer.

Here, Henry!

Anthony was still trying to find Daniel in the crowd, but Daniel had seen him first. Daniel stood up and raised his arms to signal him. Tom heard the shout, looked up, and grinned.

Henry, what do you want? Tom asked. Brandy?

Just beer, Anthony said. I have other things to do today.

Tom sneered disdainfully, turned around, chose a less dirty cup from a row of dirty cups for him, and poured beer from the barrel. The foam burst out violently, covering the rim of the cup, and dripped down in a sticky consistency.

Tom placed the thick beer glass heavily on the bar: Here.

Anthony smiled and said, Thank you.

He floated the glass carefully, taking care not to let the beer drip on anyone's head, as he squeezed through the crowd to get to the opposite side of Daniel.

Am I late? Anthony asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Oh, no, not at all. Daniel said, turning his glass to clink with the glass he placed on the table, and took a sip of wine, I just arrived. But it wasn't because of Flourishes - I I already told the store manager that I won’t be on duty today – I’m just going to have an ice cream first.”

Here's to the ice cream, Anthony said, raising his beer to him and taking a sip.

Did you eat ice cream too? No? Daniel said proudly, Ha, I knew from the look on your face that you must have forgotten. I also ate fish and chips.

Ah, that fast food restaurant. Anthony said, Is it delicious?

Daniel thought, Hmm...not as good as ice cream, I guess.

Then I didn't miss much, Anthony said.

How are you doing, Henry? Daniel asked. Are you enjoying your career as a professor?

Yes, it's still the same. Anthony suddenly remembered something and pulled out his notebook, Speaking of which, does Flourishes and Blotts have these books?

Daniel complained: I told you I wasn't on duty today. But he still dragged Anthony's notebook over and looked at it, There are magical plants from all over the world, there are a whole set of them; carnivorous trees and carnivorous grasses, I can't tell Is it specifically this book, but at least it has similar themes; Psychedelic Plants, which is no longer available. This book was given to the Hogwarts Library after the cleaning. You can look for it again; Atlas of Fungi, there is , and there were so many of them—we thought we couldn’t sell them.”

That's great, Anthony said.

Seriously, Henry, the books you want to buy are all weird. First it was Muggle Studies and History of Magic, then Fire Dragons, and now Dangerous Herbs. Daniel said, What is this below? A conference report?

It should be some potions meeting. Anthony said, leaning over to take a look, Maybe something related to Wolfsbane Potion was mentioned. Meeting minutes are not sold in Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, right?

Daniel frowned: Actually, I think we did have these things...but they were all labeled as 'suspicious publications' when the Ministry of Magic searched them, and were taken away by those people.

What, minutes? Anthony asked in surprise. I only heard that they took a nice herbal hoe from Barabo Herbal Shop. What do they want the minutes for?

Who knows, maybe they decided the Ministry of Magic's fireplace wasn't warm enough and decided to add more fuel, Daniel said wearily. I hate to think that they might burn those books...

Anthony clinked his glass with him comfortingly and took another sip of wine.

You said they took away Barabo's herbal hoe? Daniel put down the cup and asked, Isn't it the best herbal hoe? God, I'm still wondering why Barabo is so angry.

I don't know, I just heard people saying it, Anthony said.

Well, even if it's really the best one, I'm not particularly surprised. Daniel said, looking around, That woman Umbridge was in charge of this search. I heard she was in In many stores, items that should not have been taken were taken under the pretext of being dangerous or suspicious.”

Like meeting minutes?

For example, meeting minutes. Daniel agreed, Oh, by the way, she also took away our cleaning book.

Anthony had never heard of this thing: Cleanbook?

It's a blank diary, Daniel said. One time we accidentally spilled the ink on it and found that it absorbed all the ink. We experimented several times and found that it could absorb the ink completely. It’s clean, but it will get wet with water.”

Anthony asked curiously: What if it's water mixed with ink?

Daniel nodded and said: It will also absorb, and not a single drop will be left. It is really very useful, whether it is drinks spilled by rash customers or sewage mopping the floor, as long as you mix a little ink into it, it will Can wipe them clean - but Umbridge says it's very fishy! I can't think of anything fishy about a good rag!

Anthony said sympathetically: Maybe the Ministry of Magic's land needs to be mopped too.