The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Anthony asked, Are you feeling okay, Mr. Longbottom? He thought Neville suddenly looked more uncomfortable.

Yeah, I'm okay, Neville murmured, I'm okay.

If you feel uncomfortable in any way, remember to tell Madam Pomfrey immediately. Anthony warned, Don't force yourself. If you force yourself to cause other problems, Madam Pomfrey will be even more angry.

Neville nodded: I know, Professor.

Oh, by the way, Professor Anthony, could you please go to the office with me for a chat? Professor McGonagall said suddenly, Have a good rest, Longbottom. Don't worry about your homework for now. Monday's Transfiguration paper can be handed in later.

Neville turned pale. Anthony thought he might have completely forgotten about the paper.

Of course, Professor McGonagall. He stood up and followed Professor McGonagall to the door. Anyway, I'm glad to see you are alive, Mr. Longbottom. Goodbye. He squeezed the cat's paw and waved to Neville. Waved.

Neville smiled slightly, took out a hand from under the hospital quilt, and waved to the cat: See you later.

…

Most of the students in the corridor didn't know what was going on, and greeted Anthony and Professor McGonagall casually as they passed by.

The senior students bought all kinds of small commodities from Hogsmeade Village and distributed them to the envious junior students. They enjoyed this sunny weekend, shared snacks and secrets, and learned from friends' papers. Their young faces were filled with the joy and troubles of youth.

Professor McGonagall led Anthony to the office and gestured to the seats in front of the table: Sit wherever you like, Professor Anthony.

She waved her wand and conjured a climbing frame for the cat, with jingling cat toys hanging from the frame. Anthony put the cat on it, and it immediately began to have a great time playing.

The door closed gently, and she sat down on her most familiar seat, suddenly looking a little tired.

What's the matter, Professor McGonagall? Anthony asked.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips: The Headmaster hopes that we won't mention this matter anymore. Severus will handle the Slytherin side, and I will explain it to Longbottom's grandma...

Anthony looked at her. He must have looked quite obvious, because Professor McGonagall sighed.

I know, Henry. She suddenly called his Christian name, But this is also to protect you. Although Hagrid has evacuated the surrounding students, when you rescued Longbottom, half of the Black Lake was there Shine, and someone will inevitably notice.”

Anthony shook his head: Just tell them that I used super fluorescent flashes to illuminate Longbottom.

Professor McGonagall said: Yes, we did intend to say that. But there was a strong smell of black magic at that time, and wizards familiar with black magic should have discovered it... Not to mention Albus, even Quirinas was alarmed, Come out and see what’s going on.”

Professor Quirrell?

Not to mention his class, he does have a way of dealing with dark magic. Professor McGonagall said appreciatively, He was complaining to me that Severus was always hostile to him, and then he suddenly stopped, I ran out of the castle very quickly...I didn't even realize what happened, and Severus didn't seem to sense it either...

Anthony asked without any hope: Is there a dark magic version of fluorescent light in the magic world?

Yes, but it's not better than undead magic. Professor McGonagall said, So Severus suggested that we say that your super fluorescent flashes alarmed the magical animals under the Black Lake.

What animal? Anthony asked.

Professor McGonagall nodded: Unknown magical animals. Hogwarts is an ancient magic school, full of secrets buried in the dust of history. If someone is really so curious, he can go to the Black Lake by himself. Find out...at least that's what Severus suggested.

great.

Professor McGonagall said: In short, our story is like this. But if someone insists on exploring this matter, there will always be loopholes in it. The agreement reached between the Headmaster and the Ministry of Magic at the time included the requirement not to let the public know about Aziz There’s a necromancer outside of Caban.”

She looked at Anthony apologetically: I know this is unfair to you. I don't like this either, but it makes sense. As for Malfoy's solution. She paused, This matter is... complicated .”

I can see it, Anthony said with a hint of sarcasm. He couldn't believe it when he was in the principal's office, so he left after the punishment was finalized.

Professor McGonagall lowered her head: I fully accept your accusation.

Anthony took a deep breath: Fortunately, Longbottom survived.

Yes. Professor McGonagall said, I can't imagine if Alice's son died...for such a ridiculous reason...

This is not a ridiculous reason. Anthony said seriously, I have wanted to ask for a long time, why is the hatred between Gryffindor and Slytherin so deep?

Because of that person. Professor McGonagall said seriously, Because of the blood theory, because of the war, and because their parents have a blood feud.

And the school still decided to put them together in classes.

Professor McGonagall said: That's right. There's no benefit in avoiding them, we need them to communicate...even if it's in the form of a fight. Henry, wizards are different from Muggles. You can say wizards are more barbaric, but the school is huge Part of teaching is teaching students how to fight.”

I'm glad Caredi and you are here, she said. Many people don't realize that Muggle Studies is actually a very important course. It teaches students to understand others. To have empathy for people who are different from themselves. Curiosity, and ultimately the realization that the difference is not that great—Henry, understanding is a kindness.”

…

Anthony and Professor McGonagall talked for a long time. The act of rescuing Neville from the lake seemed to have won him a lot of trust. Professor McGonagall, as an eyewitness, told him about the horrific scene when Voldemort was wreaking havoc in the British wizarding world.

She also generously gave him the cat climbing frame before he left: I know what kind of shelves and toys are the most interesting. Let the house elf move to your office - several times, I overheard To the point where they complain that your room is too empty and there’s nothing worth cleaning.”

Take it back? Anthony asked the cat for his opinion.

The cat huddled in his arms with half-closed eyes and purred with satisfaction.

Thank you then, Minerva.

Professor McGonagall observed his cat with interest: Speaking of which, doesn't it shed hair?

No. Anthony shook his head, If it sheds its fur, maybe the house elf has more work to do.

He stepped out of Professor McGonagall's office, looked at the setting sun, and exhaled. The golden light of the setting sun reflected in the ice and snow is as cold as a knife's edge.

Professor Anthony! shouted a student in the corridor, there is Yorkshire pudding for dinner today!

Anthony smiled and said, Really? How does it compare to what you did?

I think I'm better and tastier. The student said confidently, Just wait, I'll show it off when I get home at Christmas.