The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Anthony smiled and announced the end of get out of class, asking the students to go back and think about it carefully. The choice would be handed over to him in the next class.

Remember to discuss this with your family, he warned. I will send a letter to your guardians. Only when they reply to the letter of consent can you participate in the activity.

Before he could fully walk out of the corridor, he heard the sound of tables being moved in the classroom behind him. Everyone is asking their friends which program they plan to apply for. The firelight in the corridor was shaken by the shock.

With a smile on his face, Anthony was about to go back to the office to put something away and then went to the library to make a record.

Although Professor McGonagall has agreed and has been preparing for a long time, there are still many things that need to be done: informing parents of students, doing a good job in ensuring safety, informing the approximate number of park directors to be contacted, coordinating visit times, and confirming that purchases can be made to train tickets with two seats, and so on.

You just find things for yourself to do. Professor Bubaji said disapprovingly when he heard about his plan.

Anthony nodded. “Like Pomona taking four theoretical herbal classes in one sitting, or like you deciding to have your senior class try cooking shepherd’s pie.”

Professor Bubaji thought for a while and smiled helplessly: Well, every professor may cause some trouble for himself.

…

After drafting a letter to the students' parents and a form of notes to the students, Anthony stretched and planned to find a book on the bookshelf to read and relax.

He opened his notebook and realized that he had saved so many topics: tracing the whereabouts of the Basilisk, disguising the Wraith Chicken, and the research topic given to him by Dumbledore, What a person who wants to be resurrected might do.

But no matter what he wanted to study today, it was clear that he would be wandering into the restricted area this afternoon. Even when he first entered the school, he warned himself countless times not to show curiosity beyond the scope of his duties - he was indeed curious about what was in the corridor on the right side of the third floor, but he had never explored it, or even approached it - he now also He looks more and more like a dark wizard who sneaked into the school with ulterior motives.

Take a look at his loan list. People who don't know the truth will think that he wants to resurrect a monster, while people as sensible as the Ministry of Magic will think that he wants to kill everyone in the school.

Anthony was somewhat surprised and surprised to meet Professor Quirrell next to the Fantastic Beasts bookshelf in the restricted book area.

Happy New Year, Professor Quirrell, he greeted.

Quirrell looked at him in panic: Happy New Year, Professor Anthony. His hands were behind his back, and Anthony couldn't see clearly what book he was reading.

Anthony signaled that he didn't have to worry about himself, and chatted with him while browsing the titles on the bookshelf: Thank you for the book you sent me. It helped me a lot.

The biggest help was having a bear appear in his kitchen.

My honour, Quirrell said. Thank you for the s-soothing tea and cufflinks.

Anthony said sincerely: It's nothing compared to the help you gave me, Professor Quirrell.

He found a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and pulled it out from the shelf. If a basilisk has eyes that Myrtle describes as monstrously large, it can be safely assumed that it is indeed a large magical animal.

Quirrell looked at him with a strange expression on his face. He asked: Does your class-project need to use magical animals?

Anthony thought about it carefully, and he really hadn't considered the application of magical animals in resurrection.

Not yet, but it's a good idea. Let me think about it...Phoenix? Anthony suddenly stood up from the bookshelf, Yes, Phoenix! Thank you, Professor Quirrell!

Quirrell stammered, No—you're welcome.

…

Anthony wrote Fawkes in his notes, reminding himself to consult Dumbledore, Hogwarts' phoenix expert.

How could he not think of it? This kind of animal that can be reborn from nirvana is almost synonymous with resurrection, constantly experiencing death and constantly reappearing in the world intact.

Of course, Anthony did not expect to really study Fox, but just hoped to gain some enlightenment. Doesn't the phoenix have a soul? Death allowed it to come and go - it was incredible that it didn't become some undead bird.

Not only did it not become an undead bird, the phoenix instead became a warrior of the living.

The big golden-red bird didn't seem to like Anthony very much. Several times he went to the principal's office for meetings, and Fox always stood on the perch, far away from him, bending his long elegant neck and dozing off.

However, Dumbledore once saw the desire in his eyes and smiled and asked him to come closer.

Fawkes doesn't peck people, said Dumbledore, at least not very much. Sometimes he just wakes up and finds my beard very attractive.

The phoenix seemed to know what Dumbledore was talking about. It raised its head from under its wings and looked at Dumbledore quietly.

Well, well, I pissed it off then, Dumbledore confessed.

…

Anthony found what he was looking for in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

The book says that, just like Hagrid's treatment, this monster that is laid by roosters and hatched by toads is very afraid of the crowing of roosters, and the crowing of roosters is fatal to it. But if it falls into a long sleep, it does not need to eat, and it does not die from the crowing of the rooster.

“According to records, a basilisk rarely enters a long sleep under natural circumstances.” The book writes, “On the other hand, a basilisk that enters a long sleep is no different from a hibernating snake, its aggressiveness is greatly reduced, and it is not harmful to wizards.

This article points to a reference book, which is said to record in more detail the experience of previous generations in hatching and breeding these big guys, as well as how they were defeated by magical animals and killed by the monsters they raised.

Anthony looked at the title of the book. Lovely Big Friend.

He wondered if anyone had ever given Hagrid a book for Christmas.

However, he tried it with a variant of the Flying Spell given to him by the clerk at Flourish and Blott Bookstore. Neither the restricted book section nor the public area seemed to contain this dangerous book with a title similar to a bedtime story.

Once again, Mrs. Pince remembered that the book should be in the library's collection.

I will catch the thief. She said angrily, sweeping the feather duster across the bookshelf angrily, Stealing books! I tell you, Professor Anthony, this thief is in trouble. This person definitely does not have permission to enter the restricted book area... Filch told me that there were many students wandering around the school at night during Christmas...perhaps it was at that time that the conscientious old Filch was busy...

She thought to herself. Anthony wished her good luck and left quietly.

This Christmas vacation, he let go of at least three couples on night outs before going home. But he didn't think they would come to the forbidden area for a date...he hoped.

Happy 43rd birthday to Harry Potter!