The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Hungarian is a language that can frustrate anyone whose first language is English. Anthony and Hagrid can only rely on smiling faces, simple gestures and body movements to communicate with the residents of the town.

When Hagrid fanned his arms exaggeratedly and said the word fire dragon loudly, before Anthony could worry about the attitude of the International Statute of Secrecy, the residents led them past with confusion and enthusiasm. The children, skating on the ice, were shown the chicken coop and pulled out chicken sandwiches after Hagrid shook his head.

After several failed communications, the residents of the town had no choice but to give up, leaving Anthony and Hagrid to wander around the path, discussing how to contact Charlie Weasley. Anthony managed to get a glass of water from the crowd, and barely managed to soak his rock pie and eat it.

The children seemed to find a big man like Hagrid very interesting. They followed them in groups at a distance, whispering and laughing secretly. The ginger cat poked his head out of Anthony's backpack and looked at them with disgust, only to receive a round of more excited chatter.

What's wrong? Anthony turned around and saw his cat pressing its ears irritably and glaring at the children behind him. He immediately put his backpack on his chest, separating the ginger cat from the lively group of living people.

Hagrid lowered his head and saw the ginger cat, showing a warm smile from behind his thick beard: Oh, good afternoon.

The cat stared at him for a while, then turned and got back into the backpack. Anthony put his free left hand into the bag, rubbed the cat's fur in the dark soothingly, and got a few cuts. He calmly pulled out his hand and pulled up the zipper.

His three pets all enjoyed the trek on the snow-capped mountains - the cold wind was howling, the snow particles were blown up by the wind, and the broken branches buried in the snow were always ready to trip - but in the case of Anthony and Hai The moment Ge sat back in the carriage, the resentful chicken and the resentful mouse disappeared without hesitation, while the ginger cat shook its fur and got into Anthony's backpack.

From the moment Anthony showed his luggage to Hagrid, Hagrid seemed to regard his backpack as some kind of magical prop that could accommodate various animals with a traceless stretching spell. He was not at all curious about how Anthony managed to carry it in the bag at the same time. Fit a cat, a chicken, and a mouse without looking like an animal sadist.

The moment the cat's head disappeared from the top of the backpack, Anthony heard another set of universal sighs from the child behind him, one of which was particularly close.

After zipping up, he turned his head and saw a tightly wrapped child wearing a woolen hat, with a pair of shining black eyes peeking out from between the scarf and the hat. The child gestured with his mittened hands and repeated a word.

Cat? Anthony guessed, pointing to his bag.

The child nodded vigorously, leaned over and dug into his bulging pants pocket for a long time, took out a pack of snacks that Anthony could not recognize, and pointed at the backpack.

Sorry, it doesn't like dealing with people. Anthony shook his head regretfully and refused.

The child hesitated for a moment, put the snack back into his pocket, pointed at himself with his thumb, and said, Balint.

Balint? Anthony repeated.

The other party patted his chest and nodded heavily: Balint. He quickly ran under the sign of a nearby store, patted the wall to signal Anthony to look over, then read the name of the store, and then repeated, Balint.”

Anthony smiled and pointed at himself: Henry.

Balint immediately repeated: Henry.

Henry. Anthony agreed, squatted down, lifted the backpack on his chest and introduced, Cat. He gestured to Balint again, Balint.

Balint said happily: Cat!

Just then, they heard a cry of surprise. Anthony looked up and saw a child holding the fillings for Hagrid's ferret sandwich in his hands, screaming with half fear and half excitement.

Ouch! Hagrid said in annoyance, reaching out to try to get it back. The children screamed and fled, leaving Hagrid standing there blankly, holding two pieces of shriveled bread.

Anthony raised the rock biscuits that were not completely soaked in his hand: The Muggles may not realize that's your lunch, Hagrid.

Oh... okay... Hagrid said frustratedly, taking a bite of bread.

Balint hesitated, took out his snack again, stood on tiptoe and tried to stuff it into Hagrid's big hand. Hagrid was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and smiled at Balint.

Balint smiled back at him cautiously and introduced in a low voice: Balint.

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Under the leadership of Balint, they visited this small town. Under the Christmas tree in the square, Hagrid took out a small bow and arrow from his donkeyskin bag and gave it to Balint. Anthony rummaged through his pockets and found a pack of Chuibao bubble gum that he had put in at some point, a kind of magical candy that wasn't too much.

Balint's face lit up with joy. He took Anthony and Hagrid to a small stall, where he had a serious discussion with the shopkeeper for a long time. Then he took off his gloves, took out a small cloth wallet from his pocket, and counted out Coins and banknotes bought each of the three of them a huge, loaf-like object.

It is a cylindrical thing. The stall owner spirals the dough around the cylinder, wraps it in sugar coating, and puts it on the oven to rotate slowly.

It wasn't until their shells turned brown and crispy, and the alluring sweet smell of caramel floated in the air. Balint urged him to say something to the shopkeeper, that Anthony and Hagrid were able to take the steaming bread and express their emotions. He expressed his gratitude to Balint with body movements, while imitating Balint to tear off the still hot bread and stuff it into his mouth.

By nightfall, they already knew it was the best food in town. Among other things, Balint told them which tree was the tallest in the town and where the best shoemaker lived. Like a proud collector, he led the guests quickly through the dazzling collection, and then stopped in front of his most prized treasure, patted it on the wall or a tree trunk, and gave a proud thumbs up.

However, when the sky starts to darken and light purple slowly climbs into the sky, it is time for the collector to close the treasure box and slowly close the door to the treasure house. Lights came on in the small houses on both sides of the road, and the sound of clinking pots and pans and the gurgling sound of water flowed from every window. After some gestures, Anthony and Hagrid learned that Balint also needed to go home for dinner.

Balint. Balint made a gesture of eating, and then drew a circle with his hand in front of him, Henry, Hagrid? He pointed back and forth between the three of them repeatedly, and smacked his lips to show that he was eating. He tilted his head and looked at Anthony and Hagrid questioningly.

Gee, I think he wants to invite us to dinner, Henry, said Hagrid.

I think so, but isn't that too much trouble for Balint? Anthony said.

Hagrid agreed: Yes. He scratched his head and thought for a while, patted his belly, and said to Balint, Hagrid, you are full, you are full.

Balint also patted his belly. Hagrid took a deep breath. Even through his moleskin coat, he could clearly see Hagrid's belly bulging. Balint chuckled and looked at Anthony.

Anthony also patted his belly and said, Henry, you are full.

Balint arched his body, holding his stomach, making a very deflated posture: Balint.

Anthony and Hagrid both laughed. Hagrid gave Balint a gentle push, signaling him to leave. Balint hesitated for a moment, raised his head and looked left and right at Anthony and Hagrid, waved to them, and skipped away along the path.

What do we do now, Henry? Hagrid asked, lowering his arm that was waving to Balint.

Anthony said: If we can buy the right train tickets...

Suddenly, they all heard a familiar, crisp chirp. An owl glided out of the night, wings outstretched and a letter on its legs.

It circled around Anthony and Hagrid twice, and landed on Hagrid's shaggy, messy hair. Hagrid unhooked the letter from its lap and shook out a package wrapped tightly in newspaper.

What is this? Hagrid asked, picking up the small package with two fingers.

Read the letter first, said Anthony, pointing to the piece of paper with READ ME written in capital letters on the back.

Hagrid opened the letter and read: Dear Professor Anthony and Hagrid:

I hope this owl can find you successfully. Since I didn't see you at the train station, I guess there are some small changes on the way. The Ministry of Magic in Hungary attaches great importance to scholars from Hogwarts visiting the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, so it has been temporarily approved Apply for our inbound door key.

Enclosed is a teaspoon that is activated in a manner that makes contact with any human skin.

Yours truly, Charlie

Anthony carefully wrapped his hand in a scarf and picked up the small long object wrapped in a newspaper: This is the door key. He looked around, and Balint just took them to a very secluded alley. , Hagrid, you start it. I'll catch you.

Oh, okay. Hagrid said, lowered his head and checked his luggage, unfolded the newspaper in his palm, and carefully placed his fingers on it.

Anthony grabbed his coat and felt a sharp tug. Everything around him was spinning and blurring, and he felt like his feet were about to leave the ground——

Henry! Hagrid! he heard someone shout.

Anthony tried his best to keep his eyes open, and vaguely saw Balint running over from the rapidly rotating scene, panting.

The ground disappeared. Anthony lowered his head. Balint and the alley were rapidly becoming a speck of ink in the swirling landscape. The wind whistled in his ears. The next moment, he felt his feet suddenly hit the solid ground. He couldn't help but bump into Hagrid.

Are you okay, Henry? Hagrid said, reaching out and pulling him up.

I'm fine, Anthony said, unzipping his backpack and checking it out. The ginger cat was sleeping soundly. In the dim light, it was hard to tell where his head was buried. It looked like he was carrying a giant short-haired ginger cat.

Long time no see, Hagrid, said a voice.

Anthony looked up and recognized almost immediately that it was Charlie Weasley. He is shorter than Percy, Fred or George, and his trademark red hair is longer than all of them.

Oh, Charlie, said Hagrid, looking very happy. How are you doing? How is Nob?

Very good; very good. Both answers are very good. Charlie said, extending his hand towards Anthony, You must be Professor Anthony.

Call me Henry, Anthony said. I don't remember you being one of my students. He shook hands with Charlie and noticed some burn marks on his wrists that extended into his sleeves.

Compared to the photos Anthony had seen at the Burrow, Charlie Weasley standing in front of him looked much more mature, with confidence and gentleness in his expression.

Okay, said Charlie, how was the trip? Where did our owl find you?

A small town on the border of Hungary and Austria. Anthony said, Speaking of which, where are we now?

They were standing in a small, empty room with tiles laying around. It was dark outside the window, so Anthony could only see the reflection of the three of them in the window.

Charlie grinned: Ah, that's right. Hagrid, Henry - the Hungarian Fire Dragon Sanctuary welcomes you.

He turned around and threw the door open. The wind immediately rushed in, making a whining sound in the house.

Hagrid stepped to the door in one step, then held on to the door frame and fell silent, his coat fluttering in the wind.

Anthony walked up to him and glanced outside. The first thing they saw was a dark mountain range, with the forest stretching out into the night below them. They were in a half-empty small house, overlooking the entire mountain forest.

Running Gorgon. Hagrid murmured next to Anthony, with a mesmerized look on his face, This is the habitat of the Hungarian Horntail.

Yes, they are a very close partner of the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary. Charlie said, Although the two countries' ministries of magic often quarrel, that has nothing to do with our fire dragon researchers. I borrowed three dormitories from them - let's go , if we go back too late, things will get a little troublesome.

Anthony asked curiously: What's the trouble?

They may activate an emergency missing person alarm. You know, worried that we will be eaten by the fire dragon or something. Charlie said matter-of-factly, This is the activity area of ​​the Hungarian Horntail. Although they usually eat sheep and goats, believe me , if they have the opportunity to eat someone for a change, they will not refuse.”

Oops, Anthony said.

Three intern researchers have been eaten. Charlie warned them, That's why their protected area has been recruiting.