The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Anthony opened the door. This time there wasn't even a buffer platform. Behind the door was a dark passage that zigzagged toward the bottom of the castle. He pulled the door open and looked around, then swung the rat by its tail a few times and threw it into the passage. He sincerely wished it would rest in peace in an unknown large rat cemetery and join other dead rats in rat heaven. Reunion.

But the passage the Room of Requirement prepared for him was not a straight up and down garbage pipe.

He could feel that the little body was stuck at a certain corner, lying motionless in the middle of the road. He tried to control the dead mouse to go down by himself, but the passage was much longer than he thought, and the mouse quickly escaped from his control.

Anthony, who never littered anywhere, looked resignedly at the hole in the ground and sat on the edge to feel it. His cat came over cautiously and looked down.

You go back first. Anthony touched it.

The cat raised its head and looked at him eagerly.

Anthony said: You have to think clearly, cat, I guess it won't smell too good down there. There are at least three thousand mice buried here, and nine out of ten of them include this one's grandpa and grandpa. If you are lucky, you can't It must also have its wife and children.

The cat looked at him with yellow eyes, swayed its tail gently, then rubbed his arms and back, and left.

Anthony watched it exit the Room of Requirement and closed the door with a wave of his wand. Then he held his breath, sat forward a little, and slid down the aisle.

He hadn't played on the slide for many years, and he couldn't remember how to control the speed. He reached out and grabbed a few handfuls on the slippery wall before giving up and letting himself slide down quickly. The light from the Room of Requirement had completely stopped coming in, and he couldn't see anything. He could only feel that he was getting closer and closer to the mouse's corpse in the darkness——

He hit the wall hard at a relatively flat corner, picked up the dead rat lying on the side, pushed it on the wall, and used the force to continue sliding down.

This is really fun.

At first, he would estimate in his mind which floor he was on: the fifth floor...the fourth floor...probably the second floor. He felt his cat...and then the passage made several big turns, and he didn't know where he was. Where is it?

The further down you go, the moister and slimier the passage becomes. Anthony was still sliding down quickly, and he began to wonder which genius decided to drop the bones of those small animals so deep.

He could feel himself passing through the underground classroom, Snape's potion materials stored in the perception of necromancy like a bright star cluster, quickly moving away from him... and his destination, Hogwarts Small The vertebrate cemetery seemed to grow larger as he approached. The shining center looked like a river with no beginning and end, and there were some criss-crossing paths beside it... It was like he was falling into the Milky Way...

With a crack, Anthony hit the ground heavily. The ground was covered with mud, damp and sticky.

He left the rat carcass in his hands to his companions and stood up. This is a large, dark stone tunnel that was built with great care. Anthony knocked on the walls. They were as strong as if the dwarfs had built a bomb shelter for themselves. Scattered everywhere were the bones of various small animals—mostly rats and ferrets—stretching beyond Anthony's necromancy senses.

Curiosity drove Anthony to move forward, trying to find the end of this large tomb. His footsteps echoed in the damp tunnel.

Following the corpse's guidance, he embarks on a late-night hike beneath Hogwarts Castle.

Then the path in front of him was blocked by something huge.

Anthony touched it. This cold thing felt completely different from the wall. It looked like an inanimate creature, but it was not a corpse either... He could not sense any possibility of controlling it.

His hands were now covered in slime and sludge, and he really didn't want to touch the wand. Anthony simply controlled the nearby army of small animal skeletons, crossed his fingers, and let the soul fire beside him burn crazily. The entire tunnel suddenly became bright... extremely bright, and full of ghostly fire.

The dead animals burned with soul fire, illuminating the things in front of them. A giant snakeskin.

Okay, I get it. Anthony said to the small rodent in front of him, The basilisk. Can you actually be full after eating it?

Under the light of soul fire, he walked through the gap between the snake skin and the wall, and continued to explore the tunnel. Out of caution, he now completely closed his eyes and moved forward only relying on the guidance of the distribution of corpses. This was the first time since he crawled out of the grave that he had actively used so much undead magic while awake.

The rats swarmed around him as he swayed forward. From time to time, the broken frame could not support itself and fell into the wet tunnel.

Until there was no more controlled mice around him, Anthony finally came to a wall. Because he had his eyes closed all the way, he could only feel that there was a road behind it, so he hit it firmly.

Anthony opened his eyes, sighed, and once again pulled up the remains of a group of basilisk food, using their soul fire to observe the wall in front of him. Under the faint ghost fire, he saw two intertwined snakes carved on the stone wall. The emeralds embedded in the snake's eyes reflected a row of burning dead rats staring at them.

He guessed he would have to find a way through the wall.

A fleet of wraith ferrets rushed forward, scrambling to attack the stone walls—Anthony always preferred to use wraiths that did not wear out for such civil engineering work—and then returned without success. The emeralds in the snake's eyes shone strangely, as if mocking Anthony bitterly.

Anthony tried Wraith Rat. These guys are also unable to leave any marks on the walls.

He knew he had one more potentially effective method that was not working...himself. He could feel that if he handed himself over to magic and allowed the instinct of undead magic to completely occupy this body, the entire tunnel would be worthless. Even if this door was protected by some profound magic, he could use his manic magical power to dig another tunnel, bypass the door and break directly into the back.

But he didn't have to. Even if there's a basilisk across from him and hundreds of (hopefully) sleeping students above his head, there's no need for him to cause an earthquake.

Human beings are social animals. Anthony decided to ask for help from someone who might be able to help - for example, Headmaster Dumbledore.

Then he stood in the tunnel and began to think about another very important question.

How should he go back?

Thanks to the tipper, Mouse Zhizhi: (sorted in chronological order)

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