The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Nick, who was almost headless, was waiting outside the bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Anthony walking out alone.

Let's go, Professor.

Before they could get close, they heard a boy with a loud voice say: He must be from Gryffindor——

A group of seniors crowded together and blocked the hallway. The junior student who wanted to pass by held a paper rolled into a paper tube and tried hard to move the tall body in front of him: I'm sorry - give way - He shrugged his shoulders, wishing he could shrink himself even more. Pointy and narrow, it pierced through the crowd.

Anthony patted the student in front of him who was laughing at the notice and his friends. The student turned his head and was stunned for a moment. He immediately made room for him, and by the way, he poked the classmate in front of him on the waist and turned towards him immediately. His head indicated that the professor was here.

Anthony walked smoothly into the middle of the crowd. He grabbed the junior by the elbow, pulled him through the group, and raised his eyes to read the notice above his head as he hurriedly thanked him.

…

Apparition Course Notice

If you reach the age of seventeen before August 31, 1992, you can sign up for a twelve-week Apparition course taught by Apparition instructors from the Ministry of Magic.

Tuition fee: twelve galleons.

Those who are interested in applying should register at the dean's office of each hospital.

…

The last sentence was heavily overwritten, trying to cover the original words below. Anthony could vaguely see words like signature.

Below the notice was a line of small words written in dark green ink: Also, please do not obliterate, change or damage the notice to those under age.

I heard someone changed the age limit, so they took down the notice on the college bulletin board... Anthony heard the students talking.

Nearly headless Nick floated above Anthony's head and said without interest: That's it, Professor, you saw it. There was a notice, many people surrounded it, and then several students walked over from Myrtle's body... …I told her a long time ago that this would happen…”

A particularly tall student slipped through Nick's calf and squeezed out of the crowd. The tall man frowned and trembled. He looked up and tried to find who poured ice water on his forehead, and then saw Nick looking at him angrily.

Oh, I'm sorry... the tall man said, grabbed his bag and left.

Nearly headless Nick said: Did I say something, Professor? Alas, every ghost will experience this...

Anthony comforted him a few words and walked with him to a more secluded place. Nick soon became happy and chatted with Anthony about some anecdotes about ghosts.

He said somewhat mysteriously: Bloody Barrow is not in a good mood... I mean, it's worse than before... In the past, he would spend time groaning, but now he is just walking around gloomily, No one knows what he is thinking...

Apart from the opening dinner, Anthony had not seen much of Bloody Barrow. He glanced at the almost headless Nick in surprise, wondering how he could tell the mood of the skinny, dull-looking ghost.

I hope he'll get better soon, Anthony said politely.

Oh, no. Nick said, This is good. It's time for him to change his mood. Slytherin has always won the House Cup before, and Bloody Barrow's look... is really annoying... No It’s just me, and the other ghosts can’t stand it either, and we all think it’s nice that he looks depressed.”

Us? You and...? He couldn't imagine the fat monk speaking ill of others behind their backs, and Nearly Headless Nick didn't look like he would discuss these things with Myrtle.

Nick said: My friend. Professor, you don't think ghosts are like Myrtle, staying in their own cubicles and never socializing with other people? I probably have... He thought for a moment , waved his hand gracefully and pushed the math problem aside, Many friends. Of course, most of them are dead... Some of them will die in the future even if they are not dead now.

Anthony had to admit that he was right.

I hope Myrtle finds a few friends too, he said.

That girl needs a friend who can talk... The toilet may be a loyal listener, but it's probably not a suitable person to communicate with. perhaps.

Ah, I can only have a faint hope for this. Speaking of which, Myrtle respects you very much, Professor. Nick said with some admiration, Last time Peeves wanted to release a mouse at the door of your office, Myrtle Mom rushed the mouse to the first floor. However, I remember you have a cat?

Anthony nodded: Yes, but I doubt it will appreciate Peeves's little gift.

The biggest possibility is that his cat will slap the mouse to Professor Quirrell's door, adding a little more excitement to the pale and nervous professor's new day.

At least Mrs. Norris liked it, Nick said. She practically flew to find Filch.

Anthony smiled: That's good.

…

Because the fat monk seemed to want to tell Nick something, Anthony said goodbye to Nick and visited the castle by himself. Without a guide or companion, he didn't know where to go.

When he passed the portrait of a noble lady for the third time (the noble lady hid her face behind a large feather fan, only showing her two eyes, and looked at him with her female companion beside her and smiled), he suddenly Thinking of the magical room the Weasley brothers talked about, the room where they watched shooting stars.

He stopped in front of a tapestry of a troll in a tutu, recalled the tips the elves and the twins in the kitchen had told him, and closed his eyes to concentrate on the blank wall.

I need a safe place... He thought, please give me a safe place to separate me from other people... A place where I can safely study flesh magic and undead magic...

He opened his eyes. A door appeared silently on the wall, looking ordinary.

Anthony grasped the handle, pushed the door open, and stood there stunned. It was empty, only the huge smooth white walls vaguely reflected him, a man in black robes, standing in the endless white, holding the doorknob.

Anthony cautiously walked in and closed the door behind him. The click of the door closing echoed in the white room, as if it would never stop.

As soon as he took his hand off the handle, the door suddenly disappeared.

Why is it so difficult to simulate a notice? ! ! !

——Update dividing line——

I gave up and honestly stopped living.