The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

I recognize the look on your face, Aberforth said boredly. Before you start asking, answer, yes. Now shut up.

Anthony was still in surprise: I didn't know that the headmaster had a brother...but we do look alike, Mr. Dumbledore.

Aberforth glared down at him: You are insulting, boy. I don't want to be like him.

Anthony immediately realized that the Dumbledore brothers had some very complicated relationships, and that one of the criteria for a good employee was not to pry into the boss's business.

The waiter asked: Ah, why? He said disappointedly, I came to the Pig Head Bar to apply for a job just because you are the principal's brother.

And I hired you idiot because you drank the Elixir of Fortune! Aberforth said angrily, You're fired!

Okay then, the waiter said, still immersed in his disappointment at the bar owner's disrespect for Principal Dumbledore.

…

When Anthony returned to Hogwarts, it was past curfew. He retreated from the Room of Requirement and wandered aimlessly around the castle.

Recently, the entire castle has been immersed in a slightly restless atmosphere, and he had a hunch that he would be able to catch a lot of students wandering around at night today.

Even though it's only mid-February, professors are already starting to feel like finals are approaching. Professor Bubbaji suggested that he start the thesis as soon as possible. Professor McGonagall assigned a lot of homework, and sometimes he even graded papers while drinking tea in the staff lounge. Snape walked around the castle with a dark face, and Qi Qi... Law grew paler. Anthony could sometimes feel the breath of death coming from him.

He tried to remind Professor Quirrell. After several subtle reminders with no effect, Anthony told Professor Quirrell almost directly that death was approaching him. He said this not as a threat, but as a statement of fact.

Quirrell almost ran away.

Anthony thought he might still be scared, but he couldn't think of a better way to put it. If Quirrell doesn't understand I think what Professor Trelawney said after seeing your teacup makes sense, then Please take care, I suspect you may really be dying is a good try.

…

He met his cat on his way downstairs.

This guy got a mouse from nowhere and was enjoying the wolfish appearance of the big mouse scurrying from left to right. The cat's temper is really much better now. If it were the same as before, this mouse would definitely meet its own death when its whiskers penetrated within fifteen meters of the cat. After all, Anthony only prohibited the skeleton cat from hurting people, and never took care of things like rats and bugs.

He walked over and took a look: Is it Weasley's pet?

Because the Weasley brothers joined the large group going to the pet rescue center, Anthony also got to know the... inheritance habits of their pets. They showed him a family photo of the Weasley family, including a pet rat, Scabbers, that had been passed on second-hand and second-hand throughout the Weasley family.

But the mouse in the photo was too small to see anything special... The only thing Anthony knew was that the male mouse lived a long life and was very big.

The rat in front of me is really big.

The cat pressed the mouse's tail, and the tips of its nails dug through the base of its tail, nailing it firmly to the ground. After hearing Anthony's voice, the cat looked up at him as if asking for advice. The mouse struggled for a while, and finally seemed to be exhausted. It tilted its head and fainted.

Anthony hesitated for a moment and said, Let it go. Although he was not sure if it was the mouse, he would rather cause Filch more trouble than risk killing a first-year Gryffindor pet. risk.

The cat looked down at the mouse, said meow, and released its paws.

Good cat. Anthony said, squatting down and touching his cat's smooth fur. While the cat was spinning around in the hem of his wizard's robe, the big mouse suddenly opened his eyes - as if he had never fainted before - rolled over and ran away.

Anthony watched as it fled downstairs in panic. Because of exhaustion, it staggered and almost hit the wall or rolled down the stairs.

Quite clever, he said.

Then there was another cat meow downstairs, accompanied by a shrill squeak. Anthony and the cat turned their heads at the same time and looked down the stairs.

He sighed: No way. If it was really Scabbers, Skeleton Cat would have taken half of the credit for killing Ron Weasley's pet anyway. At least it provided a piercing for the rat's tail.

As soon as Anthony walked downstairs, he saw the skinny Mrs. Norris holding a dead mouse in her mouth and staring at him with bulging eyes like light bulbs.

It's me, not a night-walking student. Anthony said, squatting down and reaching out to the cat, Mrs. Norris, please give me that mouse, okay?

Mrs. Norris bit the mouse and took a step back. Anthony's cat jumped behind her and looked at her threateningly. Mrs. Norris looked around, threw the mouse to the ground, and walked away angrily. Anthony felt a little sorry for taking away the gift she was going to give Filch, but overall he was more concerned about the mouse now.

This rat is too dead to die. It now makes good spellcasting material.

Anthony flipped through it, but still couldn't tell whether it was a Weasley pet. A big rat, yes; a male, yes; it looks a bit old, yes; it may not be long-lived.

He even considered whether, if this was indeed the beloved pet of Weasley's youngest son - who was said to have allowed rats to sleep in his bed - he should manipulate the corpse to pretend it was still alive, but somehow without a heartbeat and as cold as Blocks of ice.

…

The Weasley brothers put an end to his troubles. Unfortunately, they met Anthony when they returned to the castle from the Forbidden Forest (What a hell!). After handing over ten academy points, they carried the mouse and told Anthony that this was definitely not Scabbers.

It's bigger than this, Fred said.

There's still a toe missing, George said.

And it's slick.

“It’s delicious and lazy to cook.”

I will never run around if I get a chance to lie down.

All in all, the unfortunate athlete in front of him had nothing to do with the Weasley family.

Great, go back to the dormitory, Weasley. Anthony said.

…

He carries the dead mouse around the castle, trying to find Lady Norris and return her gift. But as is always the case with cats, when someone tries to find it, it disappears without a trace.

As the sky began to lighten, Anthony decided to dispose of the body. He had no intention of using it as his own consumable... no matter how big a rat it was, it was too small for him to really be of any use. But Hogwarts didn't have any suitable garbage disposal sites, and he wasn't prepared for a charcoal-roasted rat to be discovered in the fireplace.

Suddenly his soul was filled with happiness. He carried the mouse to Barnabas's tapestry and began to pace in front of the white wall.

Give me a passage to the rat corpses under the castle...Give me a passage to the rat corpses under the castle...Give me a passage to the rat corpses under the castle...

A door appeared in the wall.