The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The restaurant at the Hungarian Fire Dragon Sanctuary was packed with people wearing fur coats, and steaming heat filled every corner of the room. People took off their hats and gloves, opened their coats, and sat in groups around the round table.

At the end of the room is the kitchen, where countless utensils are spontaneously making food under the command of magic - flour bags and kettles flying in the air, mixers mixing unknown things in the bowl, and dough that is swelling rapidly. , bread flying out of the oven in droves...

Two men in short, thin wizard robes were walking among the crowd, waving their wands like they were conducting a symphony. Dinner plates of various colors flew past people's heads and landed heavily on different tables.

Hagrid attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered, especially after he hit his head on the ceiling and made a dangerous sound. Hagrid muttered an apology and tried with difficulty to take off his moleskin coat.

Gabor led them past the curious eyes and sat down at a small table in the corner. Katalin was invited to sit down by her friends halfway, and Gabor said that they were debating whether they should teach the intern researchers the Eye Spell. Charlie nodded and greeted a few people, asking each other whether the Romanian and Hungarian dragons had smooth bowel movements recently.

Two plates of sausages! Gabor shouted as he sat down.

Hagrid hunched over and tried to put himself on the rather small chair. Anthony and Charlie drew their wands almost simultaneously and made the seats wider.

What? One of the people wearing short wizard robes also shouted, Louder!

Two plates of sausages! shouted Gabor. Four plates of bread! And some more cheese!

Anthony didn't even see how the other party moved. Two plates of sausages suddenly fell in front of them, without even being cut. They were followed by four plates of plain dry bread, a hard, light brown crust with some flour on it. With a loud crash, a large piece of white cheese in the bowl fell in front of them. The bowl tilted unsteadily and turned several times on the table, then finally stopped.

And a sausage knife! Gabor shouted.

What?

knife!

What! the man said impatiently, directing a team of plates to whiz across the room, almost hitting the hat of a burly researcher who had just sat down.

The unfortunate guy was startled, slapped the table, stood up and cursed a few times. Two or three plates of some kind of salad brushed his shoulder again, smearing some of the sauce on his face. He glanced at the knives and forks flying in the air at the same time, sat down angrily, took off his hat, fanned it in his hand, and took the bread handed to him by his companion.

The man in short wizard robe glanced in that direction, then turned to Gabor and urged: What did you just say?

Hagrid shouted, He said knife!

The whole restaurant was silent for a brief moment, and the man fanning his hat also stopped and turned his head in surprise. Anthony finally heard a clanging sound in the kitchen.

Hagrid lowered his head and confirmed to Gabor: Knife, right?

Uh...yeah, Gabor said.

Then you should speak louder, complained the man directing food traffic.

Two knives suddenly fell from the sky and were firmly inserted into the table next to the sausage plate. The buzz of conversation started again, and Gabor pulled out the knife from the table and helped them cut the sausage into thin slices.

This breakfast might not have been so exciting if Anthony's Wraith Chicken hadn't suddenly decided to appear next to the round table. Gabor was explaining to Anthony why dragon eggs and dragon milk cheese both existed in the world, and Anthony was thinking about the similarities between Norbert and the platypus.

What's that? Charlie asked, pointing to the wraith chicken that suddenly jumped on the table. The chicken walked gracefully between the large and small plates, tilting his head to examine the oatmeal on the bread.

Oh, that's Henry's pet. Hagrid said nonchalantly, pushing a small piece of bread to the Wraith Chicken, He also has a cat and a mouse.

Three pets? Charlie said, Wow.

Gabor was gesturing to explain to Anthony that brandy and chicken blood was an imitation of the Norwegian Ridgeback dragon's milk. He heard their conversation and glanced at the table. The translucent wraith chicken raised its head from Hagrid's plate, holding a small piece of bread crust in its mouth, and turned its head to look at him seriously with one eye.

Gabor yelled something in horror, louder than when he begged someone for a sausage knife. Those who had secretly looked at Hagrid turned their gazes and looked at Gabor through the body of the Wraith Chicken.

What's wrong? Anthony asked.

I hate birds! Gabor shouted, staring at the Wraith Chicken in fear, I hate everything with a sharp beak and feathers!

Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Anthony quickly signaled the Wraith Chicken to leave, I'll go find you in a while, little chicken.

The Wraith Chicken looked at Gabor arrogantly, shook its wings and tail (Gabor also shook his body), flew up in a fluttering manner, dodged several bowls and flew in the air amidst people's exclamations. The dragon's milk cheese in the air rushed out of the door with a startling, irritated attitude, as if it were an offended guest who slammed the door and left.

You British wizards... Gabor took a deep breath in shock, I thought the owl was enough. The transparent chicken... Oh my god...

Charlie said with some humor: That's a chicken, Gabor. You can deal with the fire dragon-

I'd rather fight three Hungarian Horntails, thank you, Gabor said firmly. That's another reason I like the preserve: There are no damn owls flying around.

Charlie and Anthony looked at each other. Judging from his expression, Anthony guessed that he was also thinking of the brave Hogwarts owl that pecked people very painfully.

Charlie asked: Just curious...have you seen a Hippogriff, Gabor?

Gabor showed a look of disgust: I've seen it before. He stuffed two more mouthfuls of bread into his mouth, chewed a few times and swallowed, Thanks to you, I have completely lost my appetite. Thank God, they will never be in the fire dragon. They are flying around in the reserve.”

Anthony said apologetically: I'm sorry, I didn't take it into consideration...

No, no, chickens aren't that scary. Gabor said, Just don't let me around them. Mainly hippogriffs. He glared at Charlie, I swear I'll try to convince Monie Ka moved to a Romanian reserve.”

Charlie looked very happy: Then you can come to the dormitory area of ​​the Romanian Reserve. I can take you to our restaurant. We recently made a new batch of dragon milk sour cream, and it tastes very good.

…

After Gabor announced that he couldn't eat anything, Anthony and Hagrid quickly finished their breakfast, except for Charlie who was still sandwiching more sausage slices between the bread.

How are you going to leave soon? Gabor asked, floo network or broomstick? I heard that you applied to Katalin yesterday-

Yes, broom. Charlie said vaguely, It's Christmas soon. We had to clean the fireplace yesterday and today, and the floo network is not open.

We've already cleaned it, Gabor said. I really hate those ashes that can't be used with the Cleaning Charm. I always feel itchy in my nose those days.

Charlie took a sip of water and emptied his mouth. He said: I know, but no one wants a pile of firewood stored next to their house that can be easily ignited by a fire dragon, right?

But no one wants to choke to death on ashes before Christmas. Gabor muttered, taking a sip of water. So you have to spend an hour flying there?

I think half an hour is enough. Charlie said, While the fire dragons are hunting, flight route No. 7 is much safer. You also know that distance is not the most important - how many detours are needed is.

Anthony said with some concern: I'm not very good at riding a broom, Charlie.

Hagrid also said: I don't think I'm suitable for riding a broom. He lowered his head, looked at his huge body, and tried to tighten the belt of his coat.

Aren't you going to borrow the old broom in the warehouse? Didn't Katalin agree? Gabor asked.

Yeah, don't worry, this is the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, we have special brooms for work. Charlie said, If you want, Henry, you can use a medical stretcher broom. Hagrid, you can use a load-bearing broom - I I don’t think you and your luggage will weigh more than two adult fire dragons.”

…

At Charlie's suggestion, Anthony chose a medical stretcher broom. It was a U-shaped broom, with a piece of cloth tied tightly to the curved broom handle, allowing him to recline in it.

He hugged his backpack to his chest and motioned for the ginger cat lying on him to jump in. The wraith mouse poked its head out of the side pocket of the backpack and looked at the white cloth under Anthony's body curiously. The Wraith Chicken did not show up, but just sulked in the backpack, and pecked the ginger cat that poked its head through the mouth of the backpack, causing it to immediately rush in with high spirits.

As Charlie and Gabor introduce Hagrid to the load-bearing broom, Anthony whispers a warning to them: If the backpack falls apart, I swear I'll never take you on a trip again.

The cat stared at him with two round eyes. Anthony reached into his backpack, pulled it off the chicken, and rubbed the chicken's fluffy, smooth feathers soothingly with the back of his hand.

We'll leave that bird hater right away, he said to the Wraith Chicken.

The Wraith Chicken gently bit his finger and disappeared.

…

It wasn't until he flew into the sky that Anthony understood the meaning of the working broom. It was slower than those Quidditch broomsticks—those Comets were indeed as fast as comets compared to it—but it was smooth and solid.

On the other side, Hagrid was riding the thickest broom Anthony had ever seen. Charlie flies among them, riding a leader's broom and guiding Anthony and Hagrid's brooms in the direction.

They were still flying higher into the sky, and the rolling hills and the thick smoke rising in the distance passed under them, shrinking smaller and smaller. Anthony noticed that there were several groups of dark figures flying in the direction of the thick smoke. They should be the staff of the Hungarian Fire Dragon Sanctuary.

Jingle bell, a bell on the front of Hagrid's broom suddenly rang. Anthony retracted his head from leaning out of the stretcher to look down, and turned to look at Hagrid, only to find that a red light was also on in front of his stretcher.

Ouch! Hagrid shouted, What does this mean?

It's a reminder that you're flying high. The same goes for your lights, Henry. Charlie explained, noticing the curious look Anthony gave Hagrid, The flyer of the load-bearing broom is usually a Kodosdori The graduates of Strasbourg are very used to hearing this sound - it's the umpire's warning bell for their Quidditch match.

Why a student of Kodos Doris? Anthony asked.

They flew into the white clouds and vapor, as if a thick fog suddenly fell around them. Anthony looked sideways again. The scene below became blurry.

Oh, because they use big trees for their Quidditch game, and they are better at operating large brooms. Charlie said, They are popular choices for goalkeepers in the annual working broom Quidditch competition - only using a broomstick Move the broom across and they can block several wickets in one go.

Goalkeeper, that's great! Hagrid said happily, Where's the team leader's broom?

Some batsmen will choose the leader's broom. Charlie said, Sometimes they can confuse the opponent's broom and make them fly with them. Many people like to be batsmen because we are not too restrictive. The tools a batsman can use.”

What about you, Charlie? said Hagrid. Still a Seeker, huh?

Yes. Charlie smiled proudly, I have only participated in the competition once.

Caught the Golden Snitch? Hagrid asked.

Of course. Charlie said, The agility broom he uses - the one Katalin likes to use when patrolling - is much faster than the Seeker opposite who uses a load-bearing broom.

Where's the medical stretcher broom? Anthony asked. Who's using it? The Chasers?

Oh, no, said Charlie, the rescue team is using them - as medical stretchers for Quidditch games.