The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Even though he knew his colleagues were planning a celebration, Anthony was still startled when he walked into the break room.

The whole house was decorated. Ribbons hung from the ceiling to the ground, and sparkling little gold pieces floated down from the air, and when they touched the ground, they were brought back into the air by an unknown force.

A huge silk banner hung on the wall, gleaming between two words: Henry Anthony, Professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts (with a handwritten Welcome on the side, which Anthony recognized. is Sprout's handwriting) and Senior Member of the Society for Muggle Studies.

The strangest thing is that the Christmas tree is put up again. Anthony remembered that it was put away by Professor Flitwick at the beginning of this semester.

What? he asked confused.

boom! Professor Sprout opened a salute.

Amidst the flying confetti, Professor Bubbaji said with a smile: Go get the gift, Henry. Do you remember what I said? That is your late Christmas gift.

There was a small box under the Christmas tree, wrapped in traditional red and green wrapping paper. Anthony picked up the gift Professor Bubaji gave him, tore off the packaging and opened the box——

A small silver medal with British Muggle Studies Society written around the outside, Senior Member written in raised words in the middle, and his name at the bottom.

Why? Anthony asked in surprise. He originally thought that what was still on the way was a book sent across the ocean.

The president of the Muggle Studies Society said slyly: Because I want to bribe you to take over all the professorships as soon as possible? She smiled and sighed, I have too many things I want to do. I have always been curious about what the Ministry of Magic is doing. Dealing with Muggle affairs, and I hope I can find the time to propose changes to the Statute of Secrecy... Call me arrogant, Henry, I can't wait for the world to do what I want.

Anthony also smiled: Thank you, then I wish you all the best.

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The staff lounge was very lively.

According to Professor Bubaji, she originally planned to just give the badge to Anthony in a normal way, but after her colleagues heard about it, they thought they could organize a welcome party for the new professor. Professor Flitwick wants to try his rejected Christmas decorating plan (Owl feathers are enough, I don't want to eat Cornish pasties sprinkled with gold dust and sequins, thank you.), and McGonagall The professor plans to use up some of the remaining fireworks.

So everyone took advantage of Anthony's becoming a senior member of the Muggle Studies Society and prepared a grand celebration that was a bit too grand.

The bubbles of champagne clung to the wall of the glass and slowly floated to the surface. Professor Sprout was describing a plant from the Far East with Professor Bubaji, waving his wand to draw the shape of leaves in the air. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were discussing a certain magical theory, and the conversation was full of yes, but and even so.

Trelawney stretched out her jingling-bracelet arm and, guided by fate, picked up the glass of wine she was bound to drink. Beside her, Quirrell sat in the corner, ignoring the mountain of rock biscuits on the plate, just staring at the flames in the fireplace.

Hagrid was originally going to come, but the hippogriff was about to give birth (The new mother was so anxious...she was still a baby herself.), so he couldn't get away, so he had to send it. A big pile of rock biscuits to celebrate.

In order not to disappoint Hagrid, Anthony walked over and took a small piece (he chose the size), and then he saw Quirrell next to him, who was out of tune with the party.

Professor Quirrell. Anthony greeted him.

Quirrell immediately looked at him as if he was startled, agreed casually, and took a piece of rock cake.

Anthony didn't know why he agreed to attend... He believed the organizers should have invited all faculty, but apparently also gave them the power to refuse. Needless to say, Professor Kettleburn and Professor Sinister, who were completely unfamiliar to him, and the Potions Professor from Slytherin were not present either.

Another person who surprised him was probably Professor Trelawney. Although they were both professors of elective courses, he had little interaction with this insect-like professor, so he also greeted Trelawney and said, Professor Trelawney, I'm really surprised that you can come.

Trelawney looked at the people in the room with arrogance, and said in a disembodied voice: I would not have attended such a gathering... People with the Third Eye are often lonely, and I am often immersed in the spiritual world. When you are paying attention to everyone's fate and watching everyone move towards their destined future, how can you have the energy to pay attention to the hustle and bustle of the world...

I understand. Anthony said politely, turning his head to try to indicate whoever wanted to interrupt the conversation, but everyone seemed to be engaged in conversation, while Professor Quirrell was fighting with Hagrid's rock pie.

Professor Trelawney suddenly raised his voice dramatically (the room was quiet for a moment): But! When Pomona knocked on my door, I saw myself actually agreeing to her invitation. So, of course, I I followed the inspiration given to me by the future... At the same time, I was also given a mission by fate, Professor Anthony... I came here to convey the message of the future to you...

She placed the goblet on the counter gracefully, as if to express that she certainly wasn't attending the party for these light yellow, sour alcoholic drinks.

You have to be wary of the next first quarter moon. She said mysteriously, I saw blood and killing...

Anthony heard Professor McGonagall asking Professor Sprout from behind him: Seriously, Pomona, did you really invite her?

She didn't hide her voice at all. Anthony thought Trelawney heard it too, because she took a deep breath and said in a more ethereal voice: Dear Professor Anthony, I am deeply sorry for your misfortune... Oh, my God...

Thank you, Professor Trelawney. Anthony said politely, Would you like an egg tart?

Trelawney stared into the void for a moment, as if observing whether her future self would accept the tart, and then she said vaguely: Of course, since this is destined...

Anthony took an egg tart for himself, turned around and saw Quirrell looking at him with a strange expression, and spread his hands towards him.

First-quarter moon? Professor Quirrell asked softly.

I don't even know what day it was, and I'm not an expert in astrology or astronomy. Anthony said, The egg tarts are really good. Worth recommending to you, Professor Quirrell.

Professor McGonagall, who walked nearby, commented: Don't worry, she likes to welcome new students with prophecies of death. For new colleagues, she is quite friendly... You are right, Henry, the egg tarts are really good.

At the end of this chapter, I would like to thank the boss Baka Mengyun for actually opening a single chapter in This Infinite World, which made me cue ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

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