The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

What's even more troublesome is that he is a little lost. The underground pipes crisscrossed and extended in all directions, and he couldn't remember which corner he wandered here from.

Well this place is full of corpses.

Several little mice climbed up and rushed into the fork in front of them. Anthony followed them slowly, feeling their specks of light disappear into the distance. Judging from the news brought to him by the mouse, there is no dead end in front of him, and all roads are connected to each other.

So Anthony left a small mouse candlestick on every road he walked - their eyes burned with faint soul fire, and the uneven walls stretched Anthony's shadow into strange shapes, flickering in and out. It looks even more terrifying under the light of the soul fire.

Anthony just walked along the broadest light stream in the magic induction, marking the path leading to the wall, and assigned a few unlucky little animals to explore the path at each fork in the road.

His monotonous footsteps echoed in the tunnel, accompanied by the occasional sound of water droplets hitting the ground and breaking apart. Anthony began to consider whether he should call up some of the wraith rats, just to play with them and listen to their squeaking. His cat may not be particularly happy, but he's increasingly feeling the need for companionship...

Maybe he should have allowed the cat to follow.

At this moment, he discovered that a skeleton rat exploring the road seemed to have entered a dead end and was anxiously spinning in front of him. Then it suddenly stopped at a certain position and jumped up. Anthony glanced curiously at the fork in the road and found that under his command to move forward, the mouse was desperately trying to climb up the muddy, slippery arched wall. Above its head was a path leading upward. aisle.

He pattered over, looked at the passage, reached out and picked up the skeleton rat and put it into the passage. The mouse clawed its way up the steep passage, trying to crawl forward a few steps.

Forget it, Anthony said, pulling the mouse off and taking the magic out of it. The rat skeleton trembled and fell into a pile of fragments in front of him.

This was another reason why he didn't like using necromancy. Even though he knew the other person was dead, he still felt like he was killing it again every time he took back the magic.

He summoned nearby bone remains, piled them at his feet and hands, and began climbing. If he were alive, he would say he did quite a bit of cardio that night.

Bai Sensen's bones were fixed in mid-air by magic, and Anthony followed them all the way up - the Room of Requirement was really too high - and finally impatiently used more undead magic, letting a group of skeleton ghosts surround him, automatically Their summoners were lifted up along the tracks supported by other bones.

If he had a choice, he would prefer to use all furry wraiths. However, there are not many evil spirits that can be summoned in the Basilisk Canteen, and there are too many bones.

The Room of Requirement was waiting for him. Anthony cleaned up his clothes and shoes, stepped on the summons, opened the door, and looked back.

Unlike the skeleton cats or wraith chickens as pets, he did not put too much undead magic into these tool summons, nor did he give them much autonomy, but simply controlled them. Unlike the skeleton cats that can walk around the castle at will, these things will collapse into a pile of broken bones once they leave the range of his magic.

He was a little worried that they would get stuck in the middle of the passage like the dead rat before.

Anthony clicked on a wraith rat to give it more magic.

Squeak? said the mouse.

Take all these things down, Anthony ordered, and stay down there and don't come out.

Zhizhi.

Anthony hesitated for a moment: I will find another way to come up when I go down again, and you can come together then.

Hopefully his cat won't be too angry. But when a regained consciousness stared at him with small dark eyes and twitched its beard imploringly, Anthony found it difficult to say Then I will withdraw the magic and return you to the arms of death.

…

Sizzling bees, he said to the gargoyle.

Although it was still late at night, Anthony still went downstairs to the principal's office. Dumbledore had said that Anthony was always welcome in his office.

The gargoyle jumped away, revealing the stairs leading to the principal's office.

Professor Sprout told Anthony that Dumbledore had a habit. Even though he never went to the staff lounge to drink tea, the second box on the right side of the third floor in the snack cabinet in the lounge contained the principal's office. password.

For over a month, the box has been filled with sizzling bees. Anthony hoped that this was just because Dumbledore was too lazy to change his password, and not because he was too busy and was away from school.

The instrument that trembled and spewed out smoke stood motionless on the table. The moonlight filtered through the half-covered curtains, casting a quiet light on it. Fox stood quietly on his perch and looked at him.

Is the principal here? Anthony asked softly, for fear of frightening the phoenix.

Fawkes looked at him humanely, then at Dumbledore's desk, and called out softly.

Anthony walked to the table and found a note left on it:

Leave for now. For emergencies, you can contact Minerva. For specific black magic or potion injuries, contact Severus. In addition, if you need help, you can contact me through Fawkes.

Now Anthony understood why Professor McGonagall didn't look well when she left the Headmaster's Office last time.

He considered whether the basilisk was an emergency or dark magic or in need of help. It's like the operator asking him, Do you want to transfer business consultation, problem feedback, or other services? For a moment, he would feel like his question combined all the options.

Finally he decided to go find Snape.

It's not because he thinks the basilisk is not an urgent matter - although considering that this big guy has been sleeping under the castle for many years, no matter how urgent it is - it's not because Professor McGonagall may be sleeping, but with his presence in the passage I was passing by Snape's potion room. Either Snape was still awake, or the other party's potion ingredients were having a party happily and moving around in the potion room.

No matter what the situation is, it will not give him a sense of guilt that disturbs his clear dreams. Since Snape had to work overtime anyway, it might be more fun to solve his problems.

…

Anthony knocked on the door and felt his resentful little mouse working hard to move the bones.

Does the word three in the morning mean anything to you, Anthony? Snape opened the door testily.

A time when we haven't gone to bed yet? Anthony asked, The note from the principal's office asked me to find you.

Snape frowned.

Anthony got right to the point: I came to you asking for a dead snake.

He suddenly understood how to get through the door. He needed to speak parseltongue.

And coincidentally, he is a very talented necromancer who can control any corpse...including, of course, the corpse of a snake.