The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Quirrell quickly found the book he wanted: Professor An-Anthony, you-the book you want.

Anthony took the forbidden book covered with pink fluff: Thank you, Professor Quirrell. Should I return it to you after reading it, or should I give it directly to Mrs. Pince?

Quirrell said weakly: Give it to Ping-Pingsi. He shook, I'm done reading. Maybe you can-can find more things in it. I wish you good-luck, professor.

Anthony flipped through the catalog. This book indeed collects many experiences in raising large magical animals, each of which has its own chapter. As he stared at the catalog, the words would slowly twist and combine into pictures corresponding to the magical creatures, and then slowly expand into words.

The magical animals composed of these lines looked at each other in confusion, as if they didn't understand why they met each other here.

This is quite easy to understand. After all, they come from all over the world.

However, whether it is the basilisk, chimaera and three-headed dog from Greece, the sphinx from Egypt, the bird snake and acromantula from Asia, the venomous leopard from East Africa, as well as all over the world Fire dragons are all classified as cute big friends in this book.

The author writes affectionately in the preface: People always have misunderstandings about these lovely animals. They think they are ferocious and hurtful, so they shout and kill them. What a sad fact! In my opinion , that is their cuteness. Their danger is just a means of self-protection given to them by God. Don’t we have any means of self-protection? The purpose of this book is to describe how humans raise these big friends, and how they use them to protect themselves. Our own insatiable greed has caused our frustrated friends to rise up in rebellion. Only by truly treating them as friends rather than vassals can we live in harmony with these wonderful magical creatures.

If Anthony could get this book in any bookstore, he would buy it and give it to Hagrid. This fluffy book is perfect for him.

But he didn't remember seeing the book at Flourish and Blotts. The name Under Magic seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

…

Anthony thanked Professor Quirrell, returned to the library, greeted Mrs. Pince, and told her that he now had the book Lovely Big Friends in his hands.

Mrs. Pince was a little disappointed when she heard that it was not students who stole the books: Okay, but someone must have taken the books secretly. There are all kinds of students among the students. Professor Anthony, let me tell you, there are all kinds of people.

I believe it, said Anthony.

He spent the whole afternoon in the library.

The author of this book somehow managed to interview an Azkaban escapee who kept a basilisk, and described it in the book: How I wish readers could see those shiny dark green scales with their own eyes! This one named Sabine's basilisk is so beautiful that when it sits on the roof, it can make everyone around it breathless. Her caregiver can speak a little bit of snake language, and they rely on this to communicate. When he was interviewed by me Still talking to her. When I asked what that mysterious hissing sound meant, he told me that the most common thing he told Sabine was to 'close your eyes,' followed by 'eat.'

Later, this caregiver is described as Sabina's abuser, who only allowed Sabina to eat mice or specific people, and often asked her to close her eyes, never caring whether she also wanted to see the world. And poor Sabina was completely dependent on the man who brought her into the world and obeyed his words. It wasn't until a snake came near their home one day that she discovered that this human being was not the only one who could communicate with her.

Then without hesitation she opened her eyes when her breeder came home and swallowed him clothed. The Aurors who came to capture the fugitives only found a dragonskin boot and some unsold basilisk sloughs.

Faced with such a sobering story, Anthony recorded: Dark green scales, snake whispers, shed skin.

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As dinner time approaches, the sounds of books being put away and chairs being pulled can be heard from every corner of the library. The students were chatting in low voices and walking out in twos and threes. Anthony put his things back in his bag and prepared to go to the hall to enjoy the happiest time of the day. Coco told him that today they prepared steak Wellington.

Mrs. Pince looked at everyone leaving the library, and nodded slightly when she saw Anthony motioning to her with the Lovely Big Friend in his hand, and then quickly grabbed a student who wanted to take something out of the library: You! Come here! What is it!

Anthony believed that as long as she could fly a broomstick, she would have been a very good seeker in school.

Anthony saw Draco Malfoy at the library door. The boy was leaning against the wall, his cold gray eyes looking at the opposite side warily, and he threatened in a stern voice: I-I'll let you go today, don't make trouble for yourself, Longbottom.

Opposite him was Neville. The round-faced Gryffindor first-year man was also pressed against the wall, separated from Malfoy by a wide corridor, and said loudly: I'm not afraid of you, Malfoy! You - just come here! I did it last time I resisted, and I will resist this time! I'm not afraid of anything! His whole body was shaking, and his forehead under his blond hair was dripping with sweat.

The students coming out of the library glanced curiously and hurriedly walked away from the side road without intervening in the confrontation.

Malfoy leaned back a little more, almost embedding himself into the wall: You're starting to grow a brain, aren't you, Longbottom? It's not easy. You don't have to waste your efforts, unlike your elm-headed head. I know how to size up situations.”

Neville took a deep breath, stood up straight tremblingly, and said stumblingly: I'm going to go to eat. Don't come over.

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief and laughed: You can't remember anything except eating! I don't know why I saw you at the door of the library. Why, are you looking for the annoying Granger? The one who just memorized the textbook felt like he was Omniscient Granger?

You - you are stupid as hell, Malfoy. Hermione is a hundred times better than you. Neville said bravely.

Malfoy's eyes widened in offence, and he sneered in a low voice: We'll see, Longbottom. We'll see.

At this time, a passing student suddenly greeted loudly: Hello, Professor Anthony!

Malfoy immediately leaned back against the wall alertly and looked around, just in time to see Anthony who was watching him quietly.

He gritted his teeth and said, I didn't do anything.

I know. Anthony said, walking over. The student who greeted the void was startled, and scratched his head sheepishly when Anthony smiled and nodded at him: Professor.

Professor! Neville shouted happily, suddenly relaxing.

Anthony smiled at him and said: Nice to see you, Longbottom. Come on, rumor has it, there seems to be beef Wellington today.

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