The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

A few days later, the convenience store reopened. With cookies and fudge, Anthony traded some eggs and vegetables from his neighbors, but he needed to buy more than that if he wanted to live comfortably.

The snow finally stopped. The sun came out and illuminated the world brightly. Along the way, there were residents shoveling snow in their yards, and children wrapped in thick cotton-padded jackets ran up and down the streets of the community where there were no cars.

Anthony strolled down the street with a smile on his face. A boy wearing a woolen hat ran past him and then turned back.

Mr. Anthony! Kevin shouted happily, Where have you been? I haven't seen you for a long time.

I changed my job, over there in Scotland. Anthony said, How are you doing, Kevin? Which high school are you going to?

Kevin moved closer mysteriously and waved for Anthony to come over. He whispered in Anthony's ear: I'm going to a school called Hogwarts! Sir, do you know where that is?

Um?

Kevin said slyly: Those owls, Mr. Anthony. As soon as I entered the pet shop in Diagon Alley, I guessed that there was something wrong.

Anthony nodded: The situation is a bit complicated, but I am now a professor at Hogwarts.

Wow! Kevin said, What subject do you teach? Arithmetic?

Muggle studies. Anthony looked at Kevin's confused expression, It's about telling people who can do magic how people without magic live.

Kevin frowned in confusion: But I heard that there are people everywhere who don't know magic. Could it be that everyone knows it and just didn't tell me? Just like Mr. Anthony pretending to be a cashier?

Anthony laughed: “I was really a cashier back then.”

…

At Kevin's invitation, he went to his home (Don't go to the convenience store, you can eat at our house!) to answer the questions of curious prospective freshmen and their parents (Really? No one is a day student?), And introduced some basic knowledge of the magic world to Mr. and Mrs. Jones (You are so kind. There is also a teacher from the school, but we have never dared to ask more.).

Anthony said very understandingly: The magical world is very different from ours.

Yeah, we all freaked out when the teacher showed up. We were eating - you know, watching Coronation Street - and all of a sudden there was this man in black at the table.

Didn't he knock on the door? Anthony asked in shock.

No, Mrs. Jones said angrily. He said he was very busy and asked us not to spend too much time questioning the facts before us.

Anthony: ...Is his name Snape?

How did you know? asked Mrs. Jones.

…

Before leaving, Mr. Jones cautiously asked him about the employment status of Hogwarts students. The former cashier Anthony assured him that he was definitely an exception among the exceptions. In fact, most graduates didn't even know that there were jobs in the Muggle world... and they usually didn't have all the skills needed for Muggle recruitment. kind of qualification certificate.

These are two different career paths, Anthony explained. Employment for wizards includes some more...how should I say, exciting options? They usually require higher levels of magical knowledge but are dismissive of general courses. As far as I know, employment options after graduation include working as a Curse Breaker at Gringotts——

Gringotts? Mr. Jones thought for a moment, Ah, the bank.

—Fight the Dark Wizard— Such as the Necromancer.

Are there many dark wizards? Mrs. Jones asked worriedly.

——Research Fire Dragon——

Fire dragon! Kevin shouted.

——Being a Quidditch player means riding a broomstick and flying around in the sky, chasing and avoiding magic balls——

Kevin made a disgusted face. He is somewhat afraid of heights.

——Or some direction that is closer to the professions we are familiar with. For example, working as a civil servant in the Ministry of Magic, or working as a doctor in the magical hospital St. Mungo's.

Mr. Jones nodded and said, That sounds good. He patted his son on the head. What do you want to do, Kevin?

I want to study fire dragons! Kevin replied without hesitation, I want to study the difference between them and dinosaurs!

His hands gestured longingly in the air, and Mr. and Mrs. Jones smiled as he rushed to get his dinosaur atlas.

He is a little dinosaur fan. Anthony was standing at the door of his house about to leave, and he could see that the shoe cabinet was filled with dinosaur models. The row of shoes belonging to Kevin is covered with dinosaur stickers, like a group of ancient giant beasts guarding the little boy's sneakers.

Mr. Anthony, which one is more like a fire dragon or these? Kevin asked him holding up the album.

Anthony smiled and said: I don't know, you need to study it yourself. This sounds like a very interesting topic.

…

At Kevin's insistence, Mr. and Mrs. Jones allowed him to deliver Anthony to the gate of the hospital alone.

Kevin took Anthony's hand and led him to the door. He looked back at Mrs. Jones, who was watching through the kitchen window, and carefully tugged Anthony, motioning for him to lean down.

Sir, do I really have magic? he asked in a low voice with some anxiety.

Anthony squatted down: If Hogwarts says you have it, then you must have magic. Have you ever suddenly found something strange happening around you? Are you unscathed when you are in danger? Things suddenly don't happen. Logically followed your wishes?

I was hit by Robert's car. Kevin thought for a moment and said, I was hit on Mrs. White's balcony, but it was okay. Don't tell mom and dad, okay? I didn't tell them. They'll be worried. of.

Anthony smiled and nodded: Okay, I'll keep it a secret for you. Don't worry, it's your magic that's protecting you.

Kevin's eyes lit up, but he quickly shook his head uneasily.

But nothing has ever suddenly gone my way, he said bitterly. For example...well...I've never been suddenly allowed to eat a second ice cream cone.

Remember, Kevin, magic isn't the answer to everything. Anthony said patiently. Whether it's ice cream balls or whatever, there are always other ways to achieve your goals.

Kevin nodded: I asked my dear mother and father nicely and politely, that I would get them the newspaper and their slippers. And then I would have ice cream.

That's right. Anthony smiled, You will find that language is also an important part of magic. Magic with the help of spells and magic without spells are not the same difficulty. Language and communication are not a kind of magic. Woolen cloth.

The surname was originally set to be Johnson, but later it was discovered that Gryffindor's Angelina was surnamed Johnson, so it was changed. (Even though this is a super invincible surname)