The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 62 Pansy Parkinson’s First Day of Confinement

Please sit down, Miss Parkinson. Anthony said politely.

Pansy stood at the door in silent protest for a few seconds, then pulled out a chair and sat down with a straight face. She was sitting in a chair of a decent size, thanks to Anthony's apparent progress in transfiguration.

When Anthony sent the notice of confinement to Slytherin's long table through the school owl, he watched Pansy tear up the note under the table with a sullen face, angrily ate a few pieces of baked potatoes, put down the tableware and left the table.

No one asked her what happened. She stormed out, roughly pushing past two students who were exchanging Chocolate Frog cards.

Don't make the chair make so much noise, Parkinson. Anthony said, Look, this is the first time I've put a student in solitary confinement, and I guess it's probably the first time you've been put in solitary confinement... No? How many have you had? Confined?

Pansy said firmly, Twice. Under Anthony's prompting gaze, she added, Professor.

Okay, Anthony said, What did you do last confinement?

No magic is allowed to clean the classroom glass, Pansy said angrily. Apparently, she doesn't love housework.

Anthony pondered: Is not being allowed to use magic a punishment?

Pansy looked like he'd said something nonsense, but she nodded, Yes, Professor.

Then you are not allowed to use magic during this week's confinement. Anthony shrugged, I didn't expect this. Muggles live quite well.

Okay, Professor.

What classes did you take today? Anthony asked suddenly.

A look of confusion flashed across Pansy's sullen face. She said: In the morning it's Transfiguration and Potions, and in the afternoon it's Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It sounds like a very busy day, Anthony said. Even though you have to get up early today, you still choose to look for Miss Davis late at night when she hasn't returned to the dormitory. You two have a good relationship, don't you?

No - yes, Professor Anthony, we have a good relationship.

Anthony smiled and said, I noticed that Miss Davis is a second grader and you are a first grader. How did your friendship develop?

He could almost hear the brains of the students in front of him spinning. She stuttered: I-she was bullied once and I helped her. She was grateful and I-we-became friends.

The wind made the windows of Anthony's office make noises, like an angry man protesting something.

You're doing a great job. Anthony said approvingly, But can you help second grade students avoid being bullied after just a few months in school?

Pansy said without hesitation: Of course, I am from the Parkinson family.

Ah ha.

The Parkinson family... Anthony repeated, This is a family composed entirely of wizards, isn't it?

Pansy said haughtily with a slightly offended expression, Yes, I'm a pureblood. My whole family is Slytherin.

That's great. I hope you enjoy this academy that has nurtured your family, Anthony said.

Pansy looked confused, but relaxed for the first time since she sat down. She leaned back in her chair and nodded: I like it very much.

What about your family? Do you like it too?

Pansy said proudly: There is no outstanding person who doesn't like Slytherin. She looked at Anthony and saw that he had no intention of interrupting, and continued with satisfaction, It's obvious, isn't it? Slytherin is the best A good house. No other house can match the power and influence of Slytherin.

She said very smoothly: We value the development of the mind - unlike those Gryffindor idiots - the elites selected after the most stringent selection - unlike the mediocre Hufflepuffs - and the goal Clear and destined for great success - unlike the madmen in Ravenclaw. Slytherin has always worked hard to help the wizarding world develop. We maintain the purity of magical blood and shape the future of the wizarding world.

Anthony listened silently. She looked so natural as if she had repeated these words a thousand times. After she stopped with satisfaction, he asked: The purity of magic blood?

Those wizards who love strange things... the Slytherin student said contemptuously, completely ignoring the fact that she was in the Muggle Studies professor's office, sometimes choose to marry dirty Muggles. And Mudbloods, ( She wrinkled her face in disgust) They-they actually call themselves wizards?! But we, we know the importance of blood and inheritance.

You are a pure-blood wizard, so you have more say in the academy? Anthony asked, Where is Miss Davis?

She...she's a mixed race. Pansy's face twisted and she didn't say any more.

Anthony nodded sympathetically: It must be difficult for you to break through prejudice and become friends with her. What made you decide to help Miss Davis?

Pansy stared at the inkstand on Anthony's desk and stammered: I-I pity her.

No wonder you went to find her despite curfew yesterday. Anthony said clearly, It's good to care about your classmates, Miss Parkinson, but there is no need for you to go find her by yourself.

Pansy shook her head and said firmly: If I don't go to her, she might get points deducted.

Is the deduction of points serious?

The junior Slytherin sat upright suddenly and glared fiercely at the professor opposite who left the Slytherin hourglass empty: Of course. It means that the House Cup belongs to the house.

A competition that happens every year and has no prize except a cup, Anthony said.

Pansy said angrily: As long as there is a game, Slytherin will win! I can't - we can't - tolerate people like that triumphantly climbing over us!

Bang, the window was blown open. The cat jumped in lightly and shook the rain off its body.

Well, I have no more questions. Anthony smiled, Thank you for chatting with me for so long, Miss Parkinson. Because of the insulting content in your chat, your confinement content tomorrow is to wipe the Muggle Studies classroom windows.

Pansy stared at him, as if she suddenly remembered that she was still in solitary confinement: But I have an astronomy class tomorrow night!

Then clean the windows of the astronomy tower. Anthony said calmly, You will be in solitary confinement after class. Don't worry, I will be there on time.

Pansy took several deep breaths, but could not utter a word of obedience.

Anthony reminded her: Astronomy Tower, Parkinson. Don't let me deduct more points from your favorite Slytherin. That's not my intention.

Okay, Professor Anthony. Pansy said through gritted teeth.

She slammed the door hard. Anthony tapped the chair she pushed aside with his wand, causing it to return to its normal size. The cat jumped up unceremoniously and trampled the cushion into a mess with its wet paws.

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