The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The huge thing in front of him almost filled his entire kitchen. It looked at the ceiling that was creaking against its head with some confusion, sat down slowly and hard, and stretched its huge nose in front of Anthony.

Anthony patted its nose cautiously. The rough hair is so hard that it hurts.

The bear laid its head affectionately on Anthony's shoulder - he had to step back, leaning on the cupboard to support himself, holding the big, fluffy head in his hands - and then quietly dispersed.

Everything is fine in the kitchen. His ceiling was intact. The kettle was still making a slight beeping sound on the stove, and snowflakes were still flying quietly outside the window.

What did I summon? Anthony asked the cat.

The skeleton cat jumped back to the ground from the stove, tentatively touched the spot where the bear appeared, shook its paws, and returned to the sofa in the living room to lie down without looking back.

…

After sitting down in the restaurant, Anthony was still thinking about what step he made wrong to summon such a huge black patron saint. Aside from the fact that it was warm, neither the color nor the size was quite right.

Maybe this is the surprise that life gives him. It was like he was originally going to order spaghetti with tomato bolognese sauce, but ended up with a plate of pasta with pesto sauce.

The good news is, he also likes basil.

What's wrong, Henry? Professor Bubbaji noticed him staring at the spaghetti flying in front of him.

She happened to be visiting the Christmas market in London, and remembered that Anthony also showed interest at the school dinner, so she sent Anthony a letter inviting him to visit the Christmas market together.

Anthony had never imagined that British wizards would also hold Christmas parties. During his long stay in school, he had never seen so many adult wizards in such a crowded place.

These fun-loving wizards imitate Muggle Christmas markets and sell mulled wine at the entrance - but the cups sing Merry Christmas and the wine is kept slightly boiling by magic, exuding the scent of cinnamon.

There are stalls selling food everywhere. On the lively and warm streets, a snowman is erected using magic that will not melt. The Christmas tree is frighteningly tall - Anthony determined that the Muggle banishing spell and confusion spell at this location must be very powerful, otherwise it would be difficult not to notice the shining Christmas tree like an electric tower - Honeydukes also appeared at the London market Occupying a large stall, right in the middle of the gathering, there were squeaky mouse candies, each with a small Santa hat on top.

It is surrounded by restaurants built with magic. Exotic restaurants proudly display the regions they represent on their signs, serving French, Italian, Greek and, of course, Turkish kebab. Customers sit at indoor or outdoor tables and let loose to enjoy their meal.

While chatting with Professor Bubaji, Anthony made up his mind to tell Kevin about this place. He was sure the Joneses would be interested.

...Maybe not interested in the wizard who is pretending to be a reindeer and flying from the east to the west end of the market on a broomstick, but it is definitely an interesting experience.

How are you, Henry? Professor Boubaji asked, watching Anthony bring the pesto pasta to his mouth.

He accepted the plate of pasta with basil sauce. It’s the same price anyway. In such a noisy place, if he wanted to change a plate of pasta, he might not only need a loud voice, but also spend half an hour to an hour longer.

But the frightened new waiter compensated him with a large glass of lemonade.

…

It couldn't be better, Anthony said.

He lives with the skeleton cat and the wraith chicken again; he learns that there is a smart and clever little wizard in his neighbor; he is welcomed by his former colleagues in the convenience store - they insist on giving him a 50% discount, regardless of The ingredients are nowhere near expired—and hear about how the convenience store has changed in his time away.

When his friendly neighbor heard that he had just returned and there was no food in the house, he almost gave him half of the food in his refrigerator.

This is your Christmas gift! The other party accepted his cookies and said forcefully, Although it's a little late, this is your Christmas gift! You can't let me return the gift, right, Mr. Anthony?

Antony never regretted his resurrection. He loved this place that was neither heaven nor hell very, very much.

For the sake of plot rhythm, this chapter is shorter! Tomorrow is Harry’s birthday, more updates:)