The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Amidst the applause, whistles and cheers, Anthony saw Dumbledore smiling with relief. The young Seeker, surrounded by his teammates and friends, held the Snitch high and grinned. The golden gadget with flapping wings felt perfectly at home in his hand. Snape slowly landed and spat on the ground bitterly.

Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the stands. Anthony struggled to push past the celebrating audience and passed through the gloomy Slytherin: Headmaster, wait a minute -

Dumbledore turned around in surprise: Henry? What's wrong?

I want to know if you are free recently. I need your help. Anthony caught up with Dumbledore and walked back to the castle with him. He needed to use Dumbledore's wisdom to study the relocation of the Wraith Chicken. I'll give it to you. You sent the letter, but there was no reply—

Dumbledore said: I apologize. It must have been burned by Fawkes. The Ministry of Magic and the school governors sent some letters that made it angry. Before I found out, it had already set the fireplace on fire for me.

I hope this doesn't bother you too much, Professor.

Not at all, said Dumbledore, with a happy light in his eyes. No one has ever mentioned those letters, and I still don't know what they said. But the really important things - like you, Henry - will appear in front of me by himself. He looked at the sky, Unless you want to ask me to go to the beach for a vacation, we can go to the office now. I still have at least two hours of free time... I I hope you don’t mind if I enjoy afternoon tea while talking to you? Don’t mind? That’s great.”

…

Ten minutes later, Anthony was sitting on the comfortable chair in Dumbledore's office.

He was holding a cup of black tea with nothing added and watched as Dumbledore threw a slice of lemon into the teacup and added seven teaspoons of honey. The small spoon made a pleasant tinkling sound against the wall of the cup. Fox stood on the cabinet in the principal's office, combing his feathers, so beautiful that Anthony was dizzy.

Tell me about the letter that Fawkes burned. Dumbledore said, pushing a stack of biscuits in front of him, What can I do for you, Henry?

Well...I have a pet, Anthony said, dipping the cookie into the black tea. The biscuits had a familiar aroma, they must have been Professor Sprout's Christmas gift to Dumbledore.

I noticed it, Dumbledore said gently, It looks no different from a real cat. What are you worried about?

Anthony shook his head: It's not a cat. To be precise, I have two pets. In addition to the cat, I also have a chicken.

Ah, what a great choice, Dumbledore commented. If it weren't for Fawkes, I'd really like a chicken.

Fox raised his head from his feathers and let out a soft cry.

Anthony said: But that's a wraith chicken. It can fly, croak, and look at people with its head sideways, and it's better than a live chicken because it doesn't need to eat and doesn't shed its feathers. The only thing is The problem is that it cannot leave its summoning place, and it is transparent.

Dumbledore mused, I see... you want to take it over, right?

Yes. Anthony said, On the other hand, I think the topic of disguised ghosts may also be interesting to you. Remember the topic about resurrection? Ghosts are very similar to souls - not completely It’s the same, but close – if a person wanted to be resurrected, he would probably want to create a body of his own, and that’s what I’m going to do with the chicken.”

He spread out his notebook and showed it to Dumbledore. On the left is the idea of ​​resurrection, and on the right is the camouflage plan of the Wraith Chicken. Among the notes of various colors, there is a circled just make one hastily written in dark blue ink. The arrows on the paper connect the topics on the left and right sides.

I checked a lot of information. There is a lot of research involving the soul, but there is very little about the body. Anthony gestured with his notes, Stealing the soul back from death is just the first step. If you really want to resurrect, a body It is indispensable. People seem to be stuck on the previous step and have no time to think about what to do after the soul comes back. I didn’t find a suitable book in the library, so...

Three lines were underlined in the notebook: Soul, body, put together.

Dumbledore put down the tea cup and stared at Anthony through the half-moon lenses: You do know what you are talking about, right? You are not only proposing to snatch the soul from death, Henry, but now you also want to take over the creation of life. ”

Anthony thought for a moment: No, I didn't think of that. I just wanted to make a chicken... I couldn't use a real chicken because of rejection and stuff, and the wraiths aren't real souls.

The wraith is not a real soul? Dumbledore asked curiously.

No. Anthony said with certainty, It is not a real chicken that once existed, but closer to...how to say, a spirit body composed of chickens that have existed in the community. There may be a chicken that wants a beautiful one. The red cockscomb, the other one wanted to have impressive tail feathers, and the other one wanted to fly, but in short they all wanted to be lively chickens, so they became my pets. So at least from this perspective, I did not compete with death for my soul. .”

He concluded: “It’s not so much my desire to raise a chicken as my desire to raise a flock of chickens.”

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully and said: Interesting, I'm beginning to wonder what wishes I will leave behind after death. He sighed, But please don't get tired of an old man's warning, Henry. As far as I know, The body is no simpler than the soul, and life is as stingy as death.”

It seems I'm the very lucky one, Anthony said. Death has been pretty generous to me. Too generous sometimes.

Dumbledore whispered, You are.

So, if I want life to be as generous to me, am I being greedy?

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly: Ah, greed, few people can escape its curse...especially when it comes to life and death...I have to be honest, Henry, I don't think very highly of your relationship with life. But I always welcome the next miracle.

Even though he had a vague feeling, Anthony was still a little surprised by Dumbledore's determined tone. His confusion must have shown in his expression, because Dumbledore laughed.

Mr. Principal pointed to the beautiful big bird above his head: Phoenix, Henry, is pure life. I am very, very happy that you like Fox so much - even if it doesn't like you at all.

Anthony sighed quietly: You don't need to say it so hurtfully.

He really likes Phoenix. If he didn't already have a wraith chicken, he would really want a phoenix.

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