The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

"Ah, Minerva, you misunderstood." Anthony said. He also climbed up the dragon's neck and pushed Hagrid to the astronomy tower.

Hagrid did so. Anthony suspected that he heard a very heavy "thunk" sound, and Professor McGonagall stepped back slightly.

Anthony opened the owl cage and continued: "This is not a real fire dragon——"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a slight hissing sound. It sounded like something was set on fire. Almost at the same time, Professor McGonagall looked at the Weasley twins just like him, with obvious suspicion in his expression.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Fred asked innocently.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly: "Mr. Weasley, if you have hidden other fireworks-"

The astronomy tower was suddenly illuminated. A dozen Libre fireworks lit up where the astronomical telescope was originally placed, and the golden flames flew everywhere, at least seven or eight feet away. Blue and green stars also jumped out, bouncing on the platform, jumping over the low fence, and slowly flowing down the high wall.

Ron and Ginny opened their mouths slightly as they watched a star jump onto the brim of Professor McGonagall's pointed wizard hat. Everyone's faces were dimmed and brightened by the firelight.

The owl flew out of the cage and stood on the golden horns of the fire dragon, preening its feathers, spreading its wings, nimbly bypassing the flying fireworks, and slipped into the night.

Fred scratched his face under Professor McGonagall's glare. George scratched too.

"Professor McGonagall," Charlie said, "I don't think Fred and George would have time to light them... I mean, unless they put the fireworks on the observatory tower in advance and set the setting time... um..."

"You're not helping at all," Fred said.

"You didn't even try to help," George accused.

Professor McGonagall stated coldly: "Fred Weasley and George Weasley, you organized a fireworks show and took a night trip in the middle of the night; Charlie Weasley, you brought a Romanian Longhorned Dragon with you. Entering Hogwarts—"

"Minerva, this is just a model of a Longhorned Dragon!" Anthony said, squatting down holding the horns and pointing to the side of the dragon's head, "Look at its eyes!"

Charlie lost no time in getting the model to flap its wings again. It began to make that crunching, man-made sound again.

Professor McGonagall's tense face relaxed a little: "Oh, okay. But Mr. Weasley," she glanced at Ginny, "and Miss, as punishment for your night out..."

boom! Anthony felt the horn in his hand tilt suddenly. The next second, he fell uncontrollably.

"Henry!" he heard Hagrid exclaim. Charlie and Professor McGonagall also seemed to be reading something.

Colorful and countless fireworks stars flashed around him. He still held the horn tightly in his hand, the wind whistling past his ears. In the weightlessness, he realized that the fire dragon model finally fell apart.

- He really should have been more insistent on the parachute issue.

Suddenly he was slammed hard into a huge, squishy mat. His ribs hit the convex corners of the dragon's head, and his knees hit another dragon scale. He rolled dizzyingly with these things in the shaking cushion twice, secretly worrying whether his internal organs were still where they were supposed to be.

But overall, all good.

He turned over in the soft cushions, looked at the scattered debris beside him and the long row of heads protruding from the astronomy tower above, and laughed. The magic stars that are constantly falling are still shining brightly, or they sigh when they meet the snow, and gradually dim in a flash.

He stood up.

"I'm fine!" he shouted, waving to them.

A trailing firework flew happily out of the astronomy tower and exploded.

…

After that, they were quickly sent back to their place by Professor McGonagall along with the students on the night tour. Hagrid was his cabin, Anthony his office.

Charlie is going to Hogsmeade for a night's rest. He cleaned up the model fragments on the floor, put them back into the leather bag in the sanctuary, and then quickly said goodbye to Anthony and the others under the stern gaze of Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was probably startled by Anthony's sudden fall. When he assured her that nothing was wrong with him, she still seemed a little pale. Judging from her pursed lips, if Charlie were still a student at Hogwarts, Gryffindor's hourglass would be missing a terrifying number of gems.

"Go back and get some rest, Henry," she said firmly when Anthony tried to bring up Umbridge. "We won't talk about this tonight."

…

Everything in the room remained as he had left it. The Wraith Chicken suddenly appeared on the table, made a majestic inspection, and squatted down on the top of the stack of books to rest.

Anthony took off his coat, carried his backpack to the bed, and unzipped it. Contrary to his expectations, the cat didn't jump out immediately. Anthony opened the backpack wider, put his hand in, and got a few scratches.

The next moment, the cat nimbly jumped onto the bed, stood on the pillow and shook its tail dissatisfiedly at him, still biting the fire dragon model given to him by the reserve. The long-horned dragon's wings hang down from its mouth, and it struggles feebly and flaps twice from time to time, swaying the cat's whiskers slightly.

Anthony sighed, "Give it to me, kitty."

The cat pressed its ears back and stared intently at his outstretched hand.

"Yeah, I know, I should have thought more about it when I was packing," Anthony said. "Give it to me, Cat? That's a gift."

The cat took a step back and jumped on the bed, observing his actions with yellow eyes.

Anthony slowly pulled out his wand... and transformed a golden teaspoon into wings and two thin legs. It immediately buzzed into flight.

"How about we exchange?" Anthony discussed. "If you give me the model, this teaspoon will be yours."

The cat hesitated for a while, staring at the flying teaspoon. After Anthony directed the little thing to fly around it, it finally stretched out its claws and started to fight fiercely. Ten minutes later, Anthony came out of the bathroom and saw the golden teaspoon finally pressed under the ginger cat's paws, flapping its wings and struggling.

The cat lay down with the spoon in his hand, looking very satisfied with himself and not caring about the messy bed and scattered catkins around him.

"Great, kidnapper, now you can release your hostage," Anthony said, wearing his pajamas. "Then be a good cat and have a good night's sleep."

The cat is still biting the dragon model and acting like it has no idea what Anthony is talking about. Anthony swore he heard a crunch. The cat must have used necromancy when biting the model.

"No." Anthony warned.

Another crunch.

"Well, if you must insist—" Anthony said, waving his hand and taking over control of Bones. The cat froze in place, staring at him.

"The kidnappers have been controlled." Anthony smiled. He lay next to the cat, letting it transform back into the skeleton cat form, then stretched out his hand to open its mouth and remove the model from inside. There are several small, pointed pits on each side of the model's body.

Even without its round eyes, the skeleton cat was still glaring at Anthony with the burning soul fire in its eye sockets. Anthony reached out to hug him, soothingly pulling the teaspoon out from under his paws and stuffing it into his mouth.

…

Anthony woke up almost as soon as the sun came up. The Wraith Chicken sat in front of him and looked at him with his head tilted.

He stretched out on the chair that turned into a bed, turned over and sat up. A furious skeleton cat had been causing trouble in his bedroom last night, so he kindly left the late-night stage to the raging undead and moved into his office for a nap.

"Good morning, chicken," he cooed. "Is the cat still angry?"

A series of soft, trembling lows came from the chicken's throat.

"Okay, I understand." Anthony yawned, opened the drawer and took a look, putting the fire dragon model and Roger Snake together, "Don't worry, little chicken, the cat won't be angry all the time... as long as I can supply enough white wine.”

He stood up, turned the armchair back (and mentally praised the convenience of transfiguration for the 342nd time), carefully opened the bedroom door, and walked quietly while the skeleton cat was sleeping in the ruins. He went into the bathroom to wash up, and then quickly left the room, taking his notebook with him, planning to spend the whole day in the greenhouse or library.

When he arrived at the lobby, he was still thinking about his arrangements for the next few days. He greeted Professor Flitwick, said hello to Professor McGonagall, then opened the seat next to Professor Bubbaji, put down his bag, and sat down.

"Happy New Year, Henry." Professor Bubaji said with a smile, "By the way, thank you for the Polaroid camera. I have wanted one for a long time."

"Yes, it's precisely because I heard you say that." Anthony said, looking at the food in front of him, "Thank you for the gloves and the test paper - I don't know if I should say that I have also wanted to have them for a long time. They're gone. How was your vacation, Caredi?"

"It's not bad, a little busier than I expected. The Ministry of Magic has some... things." She manually added quotation marks to "things" to express sarcasm. "After dealing with them, I visited a few friends from the past, We went to visit the wizarding Christmas market together, and got into a fight with some stupid wizards who didn't understand Muggle Christmas markets at all. This turned into a lively magical showdown after my friends joined in - we won, By the way - we ended up getting fined ten galleons each and then having Greek food in a Muggle restaurant. Luckily we brought the correct currency. Where's your holiday?"

"It's not bad." Anthony said, taking some bread, "I learned three Romanian sentences, ate a lot of dragon milk cheese, knew two or three ways of escaping from the fire dragon, and learned no less than thirty. The consequences of a failed escape. As you know, Hagrid and I went to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary and saw many fire dragons there."

Professor Bubbaji said: "I heard. Minerva thought that neither you nor Pomona could make it back."

"We set off immediately after receiving her letter," Anthony said. "Is Pomona back?"

Professor Boubaji shook his head: "Not yet, she still has some things to arrange, but she should show up this afternoon or evening - what are you looking at? Lingonberry jam, raspberry jam, peanut butter or butter?"

"Cranberry jam. Thank you, Caredi." Anthony took the can and began to spread the jam on the toast. "Besides her, are we waiting for anyone else?"

Before Professor Bubaji could answer, he appeared in the hall wearing a dazzling light purple robe, accompanied by a bright smile.

"Oh, isn't this Henry!" Lockhart said loudly, sitting down next to Anthony. "I really like the quill you gave me, thank you. But, to be honest, I have received too many quills. - Of course, I am very happy that you are eagerly looking forward to my second autobiography, but as people often say, you should always be wary of the things that fame brings to you..."

Professor Bubaji asked Anthony in a low voice: "Did you give him a Christmas gift?"

"I thought I was a polite co-worker." Anthony pretended to be suddenly interested in a stack of sausages and whispered, "Don't tell me I'm the only one who does this."

Lockhart said: "...This is why I never boast that I am a best-selling author. No, no, I know clearly that my career has always been to fight against the forces of darkness. In fact, after writing "Magic" After "I", I had planned to take a break from my quills and devote more energy to Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons and adventures..."

Professor Bubbaji admitted to Anthony: "You are not. I sent a greeting card, Pomona sent a set of ink, and Minerva and Filius, like me, are also greeting cards."

Anthony said, "What a great idea. I can send cards next year too."

Professor Boubaji warned him: "If you ask me, 'a letter from a reader who disguises his affection for the sake of being unsociable' is probably not a good idea."

"...But then, I heard that too many readers took on the path of adventure because of me - heck, my experience tells me that without enough courage and ability, adventure can become very dangerous. So I Say to yourself, Gilderoy, Gilderoy, how can you be so stingy? If people are interested in your story, why would they hesitate to cover it up?"

"That makes sense, Professor Lockhart," Anthony said perfunctorily as he reached for another piece of toast.

"You think so now, Henry?" Lockhart said happily, "I heard the news. You and the big gamekeeper Hagrid went to look for the fire dragon, right?" He leaned closer to Anthony and spoke affectionately The tone said, "Henry, I think you should have understood now why I emphasize the uncertainty of adventure in every book. People often read my books and cutely think that all adventures are like that." A failed adventure is nothing.”

Anthony nodded and said, "Well said, Professor Lockhart."

"Look, Henry, you're not as angry as you are about it. After all - and let me quote the Daily Prophet's headline for my Magical Me - 'Not All All adventurers are Gilderoy Lockhart'."

"That's right, Professor Lockhart," said Anthony.

"Are you angry, Henry?" Professor Bubaji interrupted their conversation with raised eyebrows, "I would like to see what it looks like."

"What? No." Anthony said.

God knows he didn't even make much of what Lockhart was saying - he tried, but he soon discovered that Lockhart didn't seem to be trying to talk, just lecturing.

So Anthony ate his breakfast, thinking about the Skeleton Cat, and let Lockhart's words buzz like a swarm of wasps. The words were piled together, flying in a dizzying way, and then buzzed. The ground moved away, leaving him with a peaceful buzzing in his ears.

"It's okay, Henry." Lockhart said with a tolerant smile. "Caredi, if you lived next door to Henry, you would have heard him sulking at the wall all night like I did." He showed his shining teeth and imitated, "Bang!"