The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The dormitories in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary are concentrated in an open space. They are small elliptical rooms with rough lime paint on the exterior walls.

Oh, this is the shape of a Hungarian Horntail dragon egg! Hagrid said happily. The house next to him was just a little shorter than his shoulders, perfect for being hugged by him.

Yes, the designer hopes this can prevent fire dragons from attacking us. The dormitory manager said without raising his head, lowering his head to pick through a large bunch of keys.

The dormitory manager, Katalin Kovacs, was a gray-haired woman with eagle-like eyes and skinny, rough hands. According to Charlie's introduction, she was once a very famous researcher at the Fire Dragon Sanctuary. She escaped from the flames of the Hungarian Horntail four times and brought back detailed information about dragon scales and eggs to the Sanctuary.

After her retirement, she still lived in the reserve, and once had the experience of snatching away a trainee researcher from the mouth of a fire dragon.

Istvan was extremely grateful. He told everyone that if Katalin hadn't noticed that he hadn't returned to the dormitory and immediately flew to find him after notifying everyone, he would have become a meal for the Horntails. Snacks, Charlie said. Ever since Katalin rescued Istvan, the reserve has hired her as the dormitory manager. The researchers I met all told me that they slept better at night knowing that Katalin was patrolling. alright.

I didn't rescue Istvan. Katalin corrected flatly, with a slightly less obvious accent, I just rescued most of Istvan. Here, here is your key. This is The biggest one is in the northernmost corner. This one belongs to you two, next to the biggest one.

She handed a patterned copper key to Hagrid, and then handed two smaller, dark keys to Anthony and Charlie.

You know the rules of the reserve. She said to Charlie, I have three minutes left to check who didn't come back on time, so it's up to you to take them to the corresponding house.

Okay, Katalin, Charlie said.

Katalin nodded and turned to Anthony and Hagrid: Don't worry about the roar of those fire dragons, but if you hear the bell, you must come out of the room immediately. Drinking and singing are not allowed after eleven o'clock - that means, including now. Even when you can drink, don't drink strong alcohol outdoors. There is breakfast from 5 to 6 in the morning. If you can't find a restaurant, you can ask me or follow other researchers. Is there anything unclear?

She glanced around with her blue-grey eyes, looking with emphasis at the half-bottle of brandy protruding from Hagrid's bulging pocket. Hagrid shoved it back hard. Anthony heard a sound of fabric tearing. He noticed that Charlie also looked at Hagrid's pocket suspiciously, but neither Charlie nor Katalin made any comment.

I have a question, Ms. Kovacs, Anthony said, holding up the key and gesturing to the round house around them. How do you tell where the door is?

…

Charlie shows Anthony and Hagrid how to use the key. They only need to tap the correct key three times on the wall, and a round hole will appear out of thin air in front of them.

Hagrid's house was indeed the largest, but even so, he still got stuck at the entrance of the cave with some difficulty. Hagrid let Anthony and Charlie push him from behind, while he struggled to support the wall, took a deep breath, and muttered, This place is smaller than a French carriage. Charlie reminded him to keep knocking on the wall with the key, trying to make the hole in the house wider.

Finally, with a muffled groan, Hagrid squeezed into the room, hit something with a thud, and let out an ouch. The hole disappeared the moment he fell inside.

Hagrid, are you okay? Anthony asked, tapping on the wall and putting his ear to the house.

I'm fine! Hagrid replied loudly.

Anthony stepped back and rubbed his ears.

Charlie said: This wall is not particularly soundproof——

Oh, what is this! Hagrid rumbled, and Anthony suspected that half of the dormitory area could hear his voice. Henry, Charlie! My bed seems to have collapsed!

You're a wizard, Hagrid, said Anthony. The Restoration Charm is 'Restore as before'.

…

Their movements alerted researchers in several nearby rooms. Several stone-gray walls seemed to suddenly ripple, and the researcher's head poked out of them, like a sea lion sticking its head out of the water and looking around.

Oh, hello, Gabor. Charlie greeted the nearest researcher.

Charlie! Gabor said in surprise, Why are you here - what happened? Several researchers further away looked at them attentively, and Anthony turned his head and smiled at them.

Two communication scholars came from Hogwarts. I'm here to pick them up. Charlie said, We will leave tomorrow. Henry, this is Gabor Nagy, senior researcher of the Hungarian Horntail, Demus Trang graduate, he came to the reserve around the same time as I did. Gabor, this is Professor Henry Anthony.”

Nice to meet you, Mr. Najib, Anthony said.

Same, Professor Anthony. Gabor said politely, looking around at Anthony and the big house beside them, Why just stay for one night? Isn't the Hungarian Horntail more interesting than the Romanian Longhorned Dragon?

Anthony glanced sideways. Hagrid didn't seem to hear Gabor's words. It sounded like he was taking inventory of his various belongings, and was dismayed to find that two bottles of brandy had shattered in the fall.

Charlie said angrily: The commercial value of the Longhorns is much higher than that of the Hungarian Horntail. Besides, they are not here for the Longhorns. They are here to see the Norwegian Ridgeback.

That Norwegian Ridgeback with a bad temper and good at flying? Gabor said, Okay, okay. He was still looking at Anthony, as if he was still looking for some excuse to stay.

That's so rude, Gabor. Charlie changed the subject before he could speak, Why don't you come out and talk to us?

Because I'm wearing those pajamas with a map of the hornet's excretion path, Gabor said. I feel like that's even more disrespectful... He yawned. Well, lucky Charlie. I'm going tomorrow. Let's see if Isabella laid any eggs... I hope she doesn't think of me as an egg smuggler. You know, she's been a little jumpy ever since her eggs were lost. He yawned again. , retracted his head.

That's it, Gabor, said Charlie. Come on, Professor Anthony—well, Henry—show me, this is my room, and then that building is yours.

Wait, Charlie. Anthony said worriedly, But what will Hagrid do tomorrow? How will he get out of the house?

Hagrid rummaged for something in the room, making a sound similar to the one Noble made in the teapot, only amplified countless times.

Oh, this. Don't worry. Charlie said, You'll know as soon as you move in, Henry. The dormitories in the reserve are like this - it's difficult to get in from the outside, because we have to guard against magical animals or poachers. , but it's very easy to get out of it, because, well, because we usually tend to save our lives. He also yawned.

Okay, Anthony said, Good night then.

Hagrid said in a deep voice from his house: Good night, Henry. Good night, Charlie.

Good night, Hagrid, Anthony added.

Good night. Charlie said, standing there watching him knock the key on the wall and get into the room.

The room was much larger than Anthony imagined. Coming out of the hole, directly in front of you is an ordinary single bed with no curtains or tasseled pillows. The bed was a little hard, but very warm, as if the quilt and mattress were radiating warmth on their own.

There is no fireplace here, and there is no need for one. The ground was paved with a black-gray stone tile, and as soon as Anthony stepped on it, he felt heat crawling up his calves along the soles of his feet.

Suspended at the very top of the room was a lamp that looked like a candle in a can, casting a dim glow over the few pieces of furniture in the room.

There was a spot on the wall that was also emitting a very weak green light. Anthony went over to look at it, but he didn't figure out what it was. He put his hand on it, and with a little effort, his hand suddenly sank into the wall, and then he felt the cold outdoor wind flowing through his palm.

The walls melted around him, allowing him to sink inside easily. Anthony put his whole right arm in, and then carefully poked his head out.

He didn't see any strange secret base. Outside are rows of houses that look like dragon eggs, standing in the dark night. There was a terrifying roar in the distance, and a little orange fire suddenly lit up in the dark shadow of the trees, and there seemed to be vague black smoke floating up.

Anthony turned his head and looked up to the sky. Thick clouds blocked any starlight, and only the moon could occasionally peek out from behind the fast-moving clouds.

Something flew past his head silently. After he took his head back, he suddenly realized that it was not a strange-shaped bird, but Katalin sitting on a broomstick.

Anthony shook his head and noticed that there was a low nightstand next to the bed, with something like a lightbulb on it - or a crystal ball, depending on whether you were a wizard or a Muggle - and he touched it with his hand. It, the room was suddenly filled with white light.

There were several hooks nailed to the wall above the bedside table, so he hung his coat on them.

He walked around the room and found a small, somewhat hidden door opposite the bed. He knocked on the door with his key and it opened silently. Behind the door is a simple and clean bathroom, even equipped with toothbrushes, toothpaste and towels. Anthony fiddled with the rough towel, wondering if there were any house elves in the sanctuary.

He saw the Bedroom Management Regulations of the Hungarian Horntail (and Other Fire Dragons and Local Magical Animals) Sanctuary on the walls of the main room and the bathroom. The regulations inside were similar to what Katalin said.

Under the Management Regulations in the main room, there are several warning pictures of people being burned, crushed, and bitten by Hungarian Horntails. Anthony tried to read the schedule posted next to him, but after a while he realized that the schedule had faded and nothing was written on it, and he was staring at the two struggling legs near the mouth of the hornet in the painting and the inappropriate leather shoes on it.

He sat on the bed, took the ginger cat out of the backpack, and hung the backpack on the hook. The cat jumped to the ground the moment it came out, sat down and began licking its fur intently. The Wraith Chicken and Wraith Rat still didn't seem to want to show themselves, but in Anthony's mind, he could feel their stable and happy emotions.

He looked at the time. It was only eleven forty now, and although he could hear Hagrid's deafening snoring, the creaking of the bed when someone turned over gently, and vague sleepiness, he had to admit that he was not sleepy at all.

He sat on the bed, opened the bedside table, and happily found a copy of For Intern Researchers: How I Survive in the Reserve inside.