The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Many students saw Pansy angrily walking out of the corridor on the second floor. Some claimed that she mocked Professor Quirrell's turban so viciously that she received a detention, while others claimed that she went to protest against Antony, who seemed to have deducted Slytherin points again.

Didn't anyone combine the two rumors? Anthony spread butter on the slices of bread and wondered, Similar to, because Parkinson laughed at Professor Quirrell's turban, Anthony deducted points from Slytherin and arranged A confinement?”

At breakfast, Professor Sprout chatted with him enthusiastically about the students' speculations. Some people wondered why Pansy went to the second floor corridor alone instead of hanging next to Malfoy.

Professor Sprout repeated in surprise: Parkinson laughed at Professor Quirrell's turban?

No - probably not, I don't know. Anthony said, I'm just saying that this rumor may be closer to the truth than the other two. You also know that I was the one who imposed the confinement, so why are you all guessing about Professor Quirrell?

Because neither of you has ever given students solitary confinement. Professor Flitwick said, standing on a chair and forking a sausage. I guess it's you, Professor Anthony, but you're famous for deducting points.

Professor Sprout said: It's all there. It's also said that she went to visit Moaning Myrtle, but Myrtle didn't appreciate it, so she was angry. She smiled tolerantly, Just now When school starts, there isn’t much homework yet, so every little thing is news to students.”

Speaking of which, is there a Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor the day after tomorrow? Anthony suddenly thought.

Professor Sprout nodded: Yes, are you coming, Henry?

Anthony said: I will definitely go whenever I have free time.

After the last competition, he practiced the aiming of the levitating spell for a long time, and also experimented with the transformation spell that turned anything into a mattress. By the way, he found a very ancient one that allowed him to forcefully put the whistle into Mrs. Hooch's mouth. Quidditch Regulations - He is an adult neutral spectator with no interest and can alert the referee in an emergency. Although this meant that he would go to the Quidditch Tribunal with the referee after the game, but... the Tribunal had been banned.

In order to be a neutral spectator, he will neither sit with the Hufflepuff students nor support Gryffindor during this game. Considering the likes and dislikes of the remaining two houses towards him, he accepted Professor Flitwick's invitation and planned to sit next to him and watch the game with a bunch of Ravenclaws... Anthony was looking forward to this.

Hopefully they can provide some clearer explanation of the game than Hagrid.

…

When Anthony came out of the office with his notebook, he happened to meet Professor Quirrell going out next door.

Professor An-Anthony. Quirrell showed a nervous smile, Are you going to the Tu-library again?

Anthony nodded and said: Yes, I want to find some information. What about you, Professor Quirrell?

Quirrell hesitated and said, I'm going to the library too.

Anthony went with Professor Quirrell. Maybe Professor Quirrell really hung garlic all over his office, and the smell on him seemed to be getting stronger.

Mrs. Pince greeted her, and the two of them separated to look for books. Anthony originally wanted to study how to transform wraiths into complete entities, but he found that he seemed to have read all the black magic books in the library describing necromancy and wraiths.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he hadn't seen Dumbledore recently, Anthony would have even gone directly to the principal's office to ask for his advice. After all, if a wraith is completely transformed into a physical entity, it can be said to be a perfect resurrection, at least in appearance.

He sighed and decided to check out the magical beasts area again. If anyone was willing to sleep next to a sleeping basilisk, at least it wasn't him.

Then he smelled Professor Quirrell again.

Quirrell was still standing between the bookshelves of magical beasts books, trembling and muttering to himself: No - I can't find it - no, no - I can't go on any more - He let out a desperate sob. .

Anthony immediately prepared to leave to give the poor man some peace of mind, but Professor Quirrell had already discovered him. He stood up straight, wiped away his tears, and forced out a weird smile: Professor An-Anthony, what-what are you looking for?

Anthony pretended not to see the sweat rolling down his turban, so he had to make an excuse: I'm looking for...well, Lovely Big Friends, but it doesn't seem to be here. I'll go to the public area to have a look.

He said and turned to leave.

Professor Quirrell's lips trembled and twisted, and he said: I - I borrowed it - with a weak smile, But - I can give it to you -

Anthony said in surprise: At your place? Mrs. Pince said there is no borrowing record.

Quirrell shook, nodded and said: She - she wasn't - not at the front desk at the time.

Anthony couldn't bear to ask any more. Quirrell looked very weak.

Then let me go back to the office with you, Professor Quirrell. Anthony said. Do you need me to go to Madam Pomfrey to get some potions?

Quirrell shook his head silently, hunched over and slowly walked out of the library with him. Anthony couldn't help but said: Pay attention to rest, Professor Quirrell.

…

Anthony stepped into his neighbor's office for the first time.

This place was indeed filled with garlic as the student legend said, but what was not mentioned in the rumor was that his room was also filled with books and black magic ornaments. There were bookshelves on three walls, and there were piles of books on the floor that couldn't be stuffed into them. The desk was strewn with parchment, with many sketches of spell models in black ink that Anthony couldn't understand, and marginal notes written in shaky, illegible scrawls.

Quirrell waved his wand, and a bookshelf suddenly folded up, revealing the bedroom behind it. He led Anthony inside - the bedroom was almost exactly the same as the office, except there was no garlic and a bed was placed in the corner. There are also bookshelves on three sides. Even if Anthony cannot see the names on the spines of the books clearly, he can feel their preciousness and danger from the binding of these tomes and the atmosphere similar to the restricted book area.

Anthony suspected that the reason Quirrell wore simple clothes all year round and was reluctant to change his turban was because he spent all his money on buying books and studying magic.

I-I'll look for it, Quirrell said, motioning for Anthony to sit at the desk and wait for him. He seemed much more comfortable being back in a familiar environment.

Of course, thank you, Professor Quirrell. Anthony said, casually glancing at the books spread out on the desk.

It was a large illustration, with a beautiful unicorn drawn in delicate brushstrokes. Anthony smiled and looked at the title in the upper right corner of the page. Under Magic.

Quirrell: Stealing a book cannot be considered stealing... stealing a book! …Can what happens to a scholar be considered stealing?