The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After Dumbledore's prompts, Anthony found a lot of dark magic that can shape the body in the library. They were much more evil than he imagined... He originally thought that he only needed to find a few dead chickens to extract their essence, and then piece them together, just like repairing the skeleton of a skeleton cat, to get a chicken that was glued together by magic. But Dumbledore was right, flesh is quite complex.

While studying flesh magic, Anthony received dozens of letters of consent from parents for practical activities. Mr. Weasley even volunteered to ask if he still needed someone to drive him, and he said he still had a few days of annual leave to take.

Considering the engine that had been innocently removed, Anthony politely declined his offer.

However, there are also several parents of students who declined the event invitation due to safety, cost and other considerations. Anthony had to reassure the frustrated students that there would be activities next year, and that they would at least have a break this year while others were out practicing.

The letter that pleased him the most came from a parent of a third-year Gryffindor.

Her daughter visited her Muggle-born roommate for Christmas. When she came back, she happily told her mother that Muggles were just like the professor said, but they were just humans using another kind of magic. The mother didn't quite understand what electricity was, but she still wrote her daughter's words intact in the letter, thanking Anthony for letting her child have a good time at his roommate's house.

Anthony carefully included the letter in his lesson plan.

His lesson plan has become very thick now. It contains not only the lessons prepared for the four classes, Muggle studies perspectives that he finds interesting, but also test results, schedule planning of practical activities, communication progress with contacts, and his own schedule.

Now, except for Tracy's confinement, his schedule is filled with classes and research.

Tracy's confinement was originally scheduled for Tuesday night, which happened to be the same as Pansy Parkinson's last day of confinement. After Pansy cleaned the classroom with Harry and Ron, Anthony thought he could organize her and Tracey to do some light but collaborative work together.

But Tracy wrote a note as soon as she received his notice, regretfully telling him that she happened to have an astronomy class on Tuesday night. Anthony agreed to reschedule.

He had a long chat with Pansy on Monday in lockdown. A week of confinement was enough for him to get to know the child better, skillfully avoiding the topics she didn't want to touch, and making Pansy more willing to chat with him.

She really needed someone to talk to, and Anthony was a great choice. No matter what she said, Anthony would respond; unless she said something very insulting, he would hardly scold her; and, he was an adult, even a professor - which was very important to an eleven-year-old child. important.

When she mentioned the honor of the family and Slytherin, the strange light flashing in her eyes made Anthony a little worried. On the other hand, as a vested interest, in order to maintain this set of rules that apply to both the academy and society, she has also endured pressure that does not belong to her age.

When Pansy saw Anthony's cat, she said with some disappointment: You know? I originally had a pet. It wasn't Matilda - oh, Matilda was my mother's owl, she was just lent I deliver letters—I once had a dog.”

This was far beyond Anthony's expectations. Based on his simple understanding of Slytherin, their possible pet choices should be as follows: cat or owl, of course; snake, relatively rare, but conceivable; toad or lizard, at least in terms of matching style... But it shouldn't be a panting dog anyway. It's like a warm sausage tossed in a salad.

I once had a poodle. Pansy, who had a poodle face, gestured. It was so big and had yellow hair. I called him Charles. Later, my father discovered him.

Even though he already knew where the story was going, Anthony still asked, What then?

Charles was dead, said Pansy. I had the elf in the house feed him twice a day, and then the lowly thing told my father. And then Charles was dead—I guess they just dropped him, or something. That's pretty much the way to die. She swung her legs on the chair and spoke in a very calm tone.

I'm sorry. I wish your dad had explained why.

Pansy shook her head. She still looked a little aggrieved... like an aggrieved poodle.

Then I hope you at least got compensation, Anthony said.

Oh, I beheaded the thing that carried the master. Pansy said, I can't remember the name of the elf. He will never be able to hang on the wall of my house.

…

Tracy's confinement was rescheduled to this Friday, because before then Anthony had to go to the greenhouse to help Professor Sprout. She needed a helper to quickly open the late-ripening bubble pods and store the beans properly, so she offered a high price for two boxes of cookies.

That's great, Henry. Professor Sprout wiped the sweat from his forehead and said happily.

When Anthony arrived, she was moving a large bag of dragon dung to make room for the storage of bubble beans. He hurried up to help with the handle - perhaps because it came from a wyvern, this fine fertilizer didn't like levitating spells, and even the gentlest movement of the wand would make them fly to the ceiling, while trying to seal them in a bucket would cause them to fly to the ceiling. They will lose fertility.

Anthony shook his head: You're welcome, I love coming to the greenhouse.

He didn't lie. Even in the gloomy rainy season between winter and spring, the greenhouse is still a warm and bright scene.

The magic sun shines on the glass of the greenhouse, and the climbing plants have touched the magic sun with great force. Always in the spring zone, the students' exercises sway with emerald green leaves. Behind him were magic roses that Professor Sprout had prepared for several students who were in love or ready to confess their love - it was almost Valentine's Day.

Sprout chatted with Anthony as he tossed the pods rhythmically onto the wooden tray in his hand.

We haven't seen you in the common room for a while. Filius said you were almost as busy as Minerva, she said. Oh, watch out for that! It's cracked to begin with!

Anthony carefully opened the pod along the crack and put the sparkling beans into the bucket: You know, confinement... I'm really curious how they locked up so many people in one go. Just Porter and Wei The three of them, Sly and Parkinson, took a lot of energy out of me.

Professor Sprout asked: Did you really let the three of them be detained together? She actually sounded a little admired.

Don't you know? Anthony asked in surprise. If Dumbledore knew everything that happened in the school, Professor Sprout knew even more. She also knew things that never happened.

I thought it was fake, she said, because a lot of people said you made them hold hands and dance in a circle. Wait, did you really make them dance?

Anthony shook his head: No, but it sounds like an interesting idea. Thank your student for me, Pomona.

I will, she said briskly, Here, this one is relatively small, so forget it if you can't peel it off. So you've finished dealing with Parkinson's confinement... and now you're completely free?

That's not all, Miss Davis will be in confinement this Friday. What's wrong? Anthony noticed Professor Sprout nodding thoughtfully.

Professor Sprout said: Well... you should be free next Monday? We have a celebration - don't ask what it is, Henry, it's a secret, but you are the protagonist. I have said enough ”

Anthony thought about his schedule: Except for one class in the afternoon, I am free at other times.

Very good.

Thanks to the big guy for the tip, the giant squid swam by: (in chronological order)

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