The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

By the way, you mean Miss Davis? Professor Sprout asked, gently placing a large pod into the tray.

Anthony accurately picked out the beans along the gaps: Yes, second-year Slytherin, Roger Davis's sister. What's wrong?

Professor Sprout hesitated and said: I'm not sure... there is something disturbing about that girl. I think she may not be very popular with her classmates and is often left out of the team, so I I often grow herbs with her.”

so……?

So I noticed that she always had the smell of potions. It wasn't the kind that came from cooking, but from long-term use... You know, I'm an herbalist, and I often work with people who make potions... I was a little worried that she was taking a lot of medicine, but Poppy said that was not the case. I also asked Davis, and she said that I must have smelled it wrong, and she just came out of the potion room...

Anthony was surprised: Addicted to drugs?

Professor Sprout was also startled: No, it's not that serious. Potions are much better than those of Muggles... I just think she may have been needing medicine for injuries, suffered from long-term insomnia, or is in poor health... I don't I know. She shook her head, Maybe I really made a mistake, and that's a good thing.

Because Tracy's grades in herbal medicine have always been good and her performance in class has been good, Professor Sprout has never put her in solitary confinement, so he doesn't have many opportunities to communicate with her in private.

I'll keep an eye on it, Anthony promised, feeding the pod shells to the magical pitcher plant that came over eagerly.

…

Friday was another cloudy day. The continuous rain made the corners of the castle smell of moss, and the chill and moisture penetrated into the bones. Only the crackling flames in the fireplace kept the surroundings dry and warm.

Anthony hung his coat by the fireplace and commanded the chair to grow to the appropriate size: Sit, Davis.

Bubble Pod? Tracy looked at the table in confusion.

Yes, we have been collecting these things recently. Anthony motioned for her to put the scarves and gloves by the fireplace. This is the last batch. Please help me peel them out.

In the afternoon, he deliberately stopped Professor Sprout who was trying to help after collecting the pods, and left these bubble pods for the evening confinement. Professor Sprout told him that this was the content of the third grade herbal medicine class, but he was not surprised that Tracy could recognize it.

Tracy nodded, rolled up her sleeves skillfully, and sat down: Yes, Professor.

Anthony looked at her carefully and found no wounds on Tracy - as a necromancer, he was confident in his sensitivity - so the good news is that at least she did not suffer any injuries that were difficult to heal. . However, the dark circles under her eyes were heavy, making her face even paler, and she looked a little tired and dazed.

Be careful not to fall to the ground. But I guess you don't need any more instructions from me?

Tracey silently opened a pod and carefully poured the beans into the bucket. Those few shiny little things rolled to the bottom of the barrel.

Very good. Anthony said, pulling out a chair and sitting across from her, pinching open a pod. Today's confinement content is these pods. You can go back to the dormitory after processing.

The movement of the hand of the student opposite him sped up a bit.

…

How was your week? Anthony removed the full bucket and replaced it with an empty bucket next to the table.

Tracy thought for a moment and said, Very good, thank you. What about you?

Great, said Anthony.

After Pansy's confinement ended, he had a lot of evening time to study and prepare lessons, and going to the greenhouse to chat and work with Professor Sprout made him feel good. Hagrid brought along some unicorn tail hairs as compensation for not seeing any unicorns on each of his visits. After Mr. Weasley lost the election to be driver, he wrote tirelessly to ask about his schedule, as if he wanted to have a chance encounter with the students.

Tracy smiled: That's great. She said proactively, Thank you for allowing me to watch shooting stars last time.

Anthony looked at the beans in his hand critically: It's nothing, don't worry about it. Are there any stars in this Tuesday's astronomy class? He held it up and looked at the light, then threw it into the scrap pile.

No, Tracy said, It's still cloudy, and we memorized the star chart for another lesson.

Anthony said regretfully: That's really unlucky. He asked half-jokingly, Have you had any night outings lately, Miss Davis?

Given the intensity of her eyes, he guessed the real answer was yes, even though he didn't expect to hear an honest answer.

Tracy actually hesitated for a moment before saying, No, Professor Anthony.

Anthony said in surprise, That doesn't sound like a firm 'no,' Davis. Where have you been at night lately?

A smile quickly crossed Tracy's lips, and then she said firmly: No, Professor.

Anthony shook his head: Well, I'll leave this question to Mr. Filch to explore.

…

Anthony checked the beans in the barrel, straightened up and said, Well done, Davis. You can go back.

She moved very quickly, and it wasn't even curfew time yet.

Tracy picked up the gloves and scarf from the stove, wrapped herself carefully, and said goodbye to Anthony: Thank you, Professor. I'm going back.

Anthony nodded and said: Go ahead. Don't let me catch you again, Davis. He looked at the time and said, Forget it, I'll take you back to the cellar. According to his previous estimate of how long it took to send Pansy off, Special It must have been almost past curfew when Lacey reached the cellar. It’s always easier to have a professor with you.

Tracy lowered her head and accepted his kindness.

She seemed to be accustomed to taking a completely different path back to the dormitory than Pansy, so Anthony followed her around the stairs and corridors. She walked further and further off the road. Gradually, they met fewer and fewer students on the road, and they got further and further away from the cellar.

Do you usually walk like this? He couldn't help but ask when they went upstairs for the third time. Considering the destination was underground, Tracy was exercising more than she could have imagined.

Tracy, who was deep in thought, suddenly woke up and turned pale: No... I went to the wrong place.

Anthony looked at her thoughtfully and smelled a very faint smell of potion. He looked around - the deserted hallway, the bathroom door covered with posters - and he recognized it as the Weasley brothers' laboratory before they moved into what was now the Room of Requirement.

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