The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 56 Calling God to Protect...Unknown Summoned Object

On this day, snow began to fall outside the house again. The room was quite warm, and a soup pot was simmering on the stove, cooking cream of mushroom soup.

The Wraith Chicken tilted his head and examined the person in front of him, his summoner.

The other person was holding a can of acrylic paint, trying to persuade him not to move.

Since we can't achieve our goal through magic, let's try Muggle methods. Anthony coaxed, Come on, red cockscomb.

The Wraith Chicken endured him painting its combs a dry red. When Anthony looked at it carefully and wanted to add a few more strokes, it couldn't bear to peck the stretched out paintbrush and flew to the top of the cupboard. The skeleton cat rolled over to make room for it.

A chicken and a cat looked down at Anthony. He stretched out his hand and shouted several times, but both pets ignored him.

Anthony surrendered. He threw himself into the armchair and opened his notebook: Okay, I'll find some more magical ways.

After a while, the Wraith Chicken flew down and stood on his knees. Anthony touched its comb and used whiskey to remove its makeup.

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After drinking the soup and eating the bread, Anthony stared at the notebook in a daze for a few minutes and decided to find something else to do. He was exhausted.

Whether it is undead magic or soul research, there is no topic called how to keep your wraith alive. In fact, if it weren't for the bottle of elixir of immortality by chance - considering the characteristics of the skeleton cat, it can be regarded as achieving immortality - he might not even have time to find a way to disguise the cat.

Anthony turned the page forward and focused on the previous note...the Patronus Charm.

From another perspective, the Patronus just fits the direction he needs to study: it is a summoned object that can go to any place, and at the same time it is opaque. If he can summon the Patron Saint, he can study why the Patron Saint obviously does not have an absolute entity, but can travel freely around the world...

Invoke the Divine Guard. Anthony held his wand and muttered in a low voice.

Not surprisingly, there was no reaction. Of course, he needs some positive emotions, some positive memories, whatever... The happiest, uh... students lately are all passing.

He took a deep breath: Call the gods to protect you!

Still no response. The skeleton cat came over to look at the tip of his wand curiously, then walked away disdainfully.

Okay, okay. Anthony muttered, taking out the Defense Against the Dark Arts reference book and turning to the section corresponding to the Patronus Charm. Let me see... 'If a memory doesn't provide enough emotion, Might as well try to change it to something more positive'. Put simply.

Something more positive. He looked at the prompts in the sidebar of the book: For example, showing your magic talent for the first time, or getting an achievement that satisfies you.

Well - he woke up to darkness and felt himself filled with manic power - no - he broke through the boards and dirt above his head - no, of course not this.

He successfully found a job that didn't require a background check and started building his life again. He does calculations quickly and well, never makes mistakes in changing money, and is the cashier who receives the fewest complaints.

Calling for divine protection? Anthony said without confidence. If this can succeed, he himself will feel that magic favors him too much.

The wand's indifference showed that magic didn't favor him that much.

It doesn't matter, think about it again. He got a wand that could no longer find problems... He was struggling with how to bring the skeleton cat into Hogwarts, but luckily he found that the cat solved the problem on his own... Students and colleagues all liked him. (He means, most of the students and colleagues)... He returned to his home and found that everything was still in chaos... The skeleton cat and the wraith chicken were accompanying him...

These thoughts swirled around in his mind, bringing him a little bit of reassurance and warmth.

Anthony chanted the incantation again. This time, a small cloud of silvery smoke blew out from the tip of the wand. Before he could see what it looked like, the smoke immediately dissipated into the air.

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All afternoon Anthony kept summoning the thin but steady cloud of smoke.

He became more and more proficient, but he was still unable to truly summon the patron saint.

Not to mention the powerful physical patron saint, not even the large amount of silvery mist written in the book that can resist dementors for a certain period of time - not that he really needs to resist those called dementors. thing.

Anthony sighed. Either it's because he's a dark wizard, or it's because he didn't find the right memory, or both.

He put down his wand, rubbed his aching forehead, and planned to make a pot of tea.

While waiting for the water to boil, Anthony was still thinking about what kind of memory he needed. He almost exhaustively tried all the good things he remembered from near to far.

However, it was only after practicing the Patronus Charm that he discovered that there were so many memories that were almost completely unable to provide positive emotions.

Flint lay limply on the Quidditch pitch...Potter held his broomstick with one hand, dangling in mid-air...Longbottom suddenly disappeared from the ice, leaving only a hole in the ice... Those young Slytherins were completely unaware that they were doing the most wrong thing that humans could do... Myrtle cried in the bathroom, and the Acromantula left the Forbidden Forest in fear... He struggled desperately , but for some reason it never floated... A little girl was pushed into the lake, and the people standing on the shore looked at it indifferently...

The closest thing they can offer to a positive is a fluke.

Anthony waved his hand, trying to push the memories to the back of his head.

If there's one thing I need the least, it's to practice summoning guardianship with them, he muttered.

Those last words seemed to spark something, magic surging through him. Anthony was stunned.

No way?

The skeleton cat jumped over and looked at him quietly. He pointed carefully at the open space in front of him: Call the gods to protect you!

Magic responded to him almost immediately.

A gray-black mist gushes out of his body - Anthony continues to think about how anxious and scared he was at that time - the mist is getting thicker and thicker - he wants to live, and he also wants others to live. ——The black mist gradually solidified and transformed into a large animal. If he could choose again, he hoped that he could prevent these things earlier. The animal stood up from the floor. It hunched over and pressed its back against the On the ceiling, the wooden boards made a creaking sound, and the light bulbs in the kitchen were dangling...

Anthony stared at the thing he had summoned...I don't know if it was considered a patron saint or not.

That's a bear. The summoned object is opaque and can move freely, but it is definitely not a patron saint that blocks dementors.

In fact, Anthony thought it could swallow the dementors.