The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The holidays put everyone in a better mood.

Hagrid's face hidden behind his beard was red from drinking, and he insisted on playing cards with Professor Flitwick. After Professor Flitwick won a few hands against him, he began to give cards deliberately, and even Anthony saw it. Hagrid was so drunk that he happily said that he was very lucky today.

Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore, Quirrell and Snape also played a game of Crackle - cards courtesy of Filch's Confiscated Items Warehouse. The pale Quirrell was the first to lose, followed by the dark-faced Snape. Finally, Dumbledore's fingertips were blackened and he happily admitted defeat.

At his insistence, Professor McGonagall changed into a golden hat as the crown of the explosion card champion.

Even Professor Trelawney no longer predicts death gleefully, saying only that Professor Sprout will break his ankle while watering the spider plants.

Thank you for your concern, Sybil. Professor Sprout said politely, turning to Professor McGonagall and shaking her head.

Professor Bubbaji took Anthony and talked about the differences in Santa Claus costumes in various places. Only then did Anthony learn that she was a Christmas party enthusiast and would Apparate to various parts of the world to attend Muggle gatherings every year.

A few students were so full that they lay on the college benches unable to walk, still stirring raspberry ice cream in bowls. Finally Antony and a few professors floated them back to their dormitories - Madam Pomfrey insisted that they needed a lesson and refused to help.

Even though the sky was filled with stars and the moonlight shone on the white snow, people were still talking and laughing in the brightly lit hall. Hundreds of floating candles seemed ready to burn all night long.

This was probably the biggest Christmas Anthony had ever experienced.

…

The next day, Anthony packed his luggage, prepared to say goodbye to the professors, and then return to London via the Floo Network - the Apparition exam was in the second half of the school year, and he had not yet received the license.

He had nothing personal to bring back, so he packed a few more books in the empty suitcase: the transfiguration notes from Professor McGonagall, the dark magic book about the soul from Professor Quirrell, and the books borrowed from the library. The Encyclopedia of Fantastic Beasts. Of course, there is also the notebook of necromancy.

The big meal did not affect the students' energy. The students who were lying on the chairs yesterday and complained that they could not move started having a snowball fight around the castle early in the morning. The door to Hogwarts was open, and the floor was covered with snow and mud footprints. Peeves took the opportunity to smear words on the students' backs with mud.

When Anthony passed by dragging his suitcase, Harry was holding his wand against his red-haired friend's clothes, trying to clean out the paupers on them. Peeves borrowed some of the Weasley twins' curse paint ideas, and every time he cleaned it, the mud would combine into a new insult.

Damn it! Ron said angrily, twisting his neck to try to see what Mu Mu was cursing at him.

Anthony waved his wand, undoing Peeves' trick on the mud. A little trick from Professor Flitwick, a variation of the spell to stop.

The tip of Harry's wand flashed white, and the mud suddenly disappeared.

It worked, Ron! he said happily, looking up just in time to see Anthony standing on the porch. Anthony was wearing his most ordinary wizard robe, carrying his suitcase, and was on his way to the fireplace connected to the Leaky Cauldron.

Anthony smiled and nodded at him, putting his wand away.

He hadn't seen much of Harry and his friends since the Quidditch match. However, he heard from Professor McGonagall that when she announced the result of the game against Slytherin, Gryffindor captain Wood immediately jumped up. On the contrary, Potter nodded and just told his teammates that he would be faster next time. So fast that no one had time to drop the broom.

Anthony walked down the steps carrying his suitcase. He couldn't wait to get home.

Professor Anthony! Harry shouted.

Huh? What's wrong, Potter?

He turned around and saw Harry Potter saying uncomfortably: Merry Christmas, Professor.

Anthony smiled: Merry Christmas, Potter. And Merry Christmas to you, Weasley.

Ron wished him a happy holiday with a weird look on his face. It suddenly occurred to him that Anthony was his father's pen pal.

When Anthony left, he heard Ron ask Harry in a low voice: Do you think my dad gave Anthony a gift? I think he will forget it.

Mr. Weasley had indeed forgotten. After receiving the Life and Social Habits of Muggle Households in Britain sent by Anthony, he replied with a long apology letter and attached a large bag of fudge. Now half of Anthony's suitcase is filled with candy.

…

Coming home feels completely different. When Anthony opened the door with the key, a familiar smell hit his face.

His neighbor shouted from a distance: Mr. Anthony, are you back? Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas! Anthony said, carrying the suitcase into the house and locking it.

After getting used to the magic keys and magic doors in Hogwarts, the action of locking was a bit strange. While he closed the door according to his previous habit, he felt in his heart that this was just an Alaho hole opening.

The skeleton cat jumped out of the box and climbed skillfully onto his favorite scarred sofa. Anthony took out his wand and prepared to restore the sofa to its original state. After thinking about it, he put the wand back.

You can live without so much magic, he muttered.

After placing everything, Anthony sat on the bed in the bedroom, looking thoughtfully at the open space in the room.

Do you still want to come back? Anthony asked.

With a very soft pop sound, like a soap bubble bursting, the Wraith Chicken sat on the floor of Anthony's bedroom. It looked around blankly, then flew to Anthony's bedside, occupying its favorite position arrogantly.

The skeleton cat rushed in from the living room and rolled into a ball with the resentful chicken. It has not seen its companion for a long time. Unlike skeletons, which have absolute entities, wraiths can only move around the location where they are summoned... just like Peeves only wanders around Hogwarts.

I will find a way. Anthony promised the Wraith Chicken. I found a notebook, which is a bit weird, but very useful. We will definitely find a way to transport you to Hogwarts... Wait, Hogg. Are chickens among the pets allowed in Watts?”

The skeleton cat wrapped the Wraith Chicken in its own skeleton and rolled around under Anthony's bed.

Anthony felt the impact and vibration coming from across the bed board and sighed contentedly.

There will always be a way, and the worst case scenario is that it's an owl that looks like a chicken.

The resentful chicken pecked the cat several times dissatisfiedly, and then flew to the top of the wardrobe. The cat swung its tail excitedly and jumped up after charging up its strength. The whole room was suddenly filled with the sound of banging and banging.

I did go home. Anthony murmured, wrapping himself in the quilt without even changing his clothes, and fell into a deep sleep.