The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

I-I'm fine, let's continue walking. Quirrell said, but his sweaty forehead told another answer.

Anthony frowned and said: No matter what you are worried about, Professor Quirrell, maybe you should go up first. Go to the school hospital, I promise I will deal with the basilisk.

Quirrell didn't answer his words, just walked forward silently. Anthony followed him worriedly. In addition to the smell of garlic, Quirrell also exudes a strange smell. But he was an adult and Anthony couldn't make the decision for him.

When he decided to turn into a fork in the road, Anthony held the rope and called to him: Professor Quirrell? Professor! This way.

Quirrell's face twitched and he smiled: Of course, you know the way, Professor Anthony.

He began to ask Anthony incoherently what he knew about basilisks, how he remembered the way, and whether today's dinner was to his liking.

His uneasiness was too obvious, so Anthony had to answer him slowly, telling him that he had read a lot of information about the basilisk and had left a mark when he came down last time. As for dinner, he didn't eat much, but he liked today's mashed potatoes, but he wasn't too happy with the boiled peas.

Yes, yes, boiled peas... Quirrell murmured.

Anthony wrapped the rope around the corner of the fork in the road while chatting with him: Which dish do you like best, Professor Quirrell?

Du-juniper, Chirovin replied without question.

Anthony thought about it seriously: It's a rare choice. I haven't seen juniper berries in dishes very often. Let me think about it... maybe it's because I don't eat game much.

Quirrell answered half-heartedly and walked with him in the damp and cold tunnel: What do you like?

Anthony thought about it and couldn't help laughing: It's quite a lot. I guess I'm a greedy person. But if you ask me now, what I want to eat most is not some delicious dishes, but the food at the door of our community. Kang cake.”

Si-Sikang?

Yes, scones. They are cheap and delicious. Anthony promised, If there is a chance, I will bring you some when I come back during the next vacation.

Perhaps because of the elves’ superb baking skills, Hogwarts’ scones are always just the right amount of soft and hard, and the right amount of sweetness. And Anthony found that he still liked the scones in that small shop, whose skin was sometimes a little dry and hard.

Quirrell turned even paler.

…

They soon came to the stone wall. The viper wrapped around Anthony's wrist raised its head, hissed and spat out a letter, and looked into the emerald snake's eyes shining under the magic light.

The two stone snakes entangled with each other suddenly separated. The wall cracked and slowly slid to both sides. The room behind it was astonishingly high. Under the dim light that could barely see anything, the tall stone pillars were filled with an eerie green atmosphere, quietly waiting for Anthony and Quirrell.

Quirrell said suddenly: Have you prepared the cock, Professor Antoine?

Anthony was stunned for a moment and shook his head. He had told Quirrell on the way that he thought the basilisk was still dormant, and Quirrell agreed with his conjecture.

We'd better be well prepared. Quirrell stammered, sweat dripping from his turban again. Go and ask Hagrid for a chicken.

That's fine. Anthony thought for a while, Then I'll leave it to you, Professor Quirrell. Quirrell looked really frightened, but he still insisted on helping Anthony. It would be a good thing if he could be distracted to do something else.

Quirrell shook his head: I'm not familiar with him - he. You can explain it, Professor.

No need to go to so much trouble, just tell Hagrid that you are here to deal with the basilisk, and he will definitely help you. Anthony said.

Quirrell's face twitched, and he suddenly laughed nervously: Go ahead, don't waste time. I don't care about the Basilisk.

He flicked his wand, making a loud sound of breaking through the air. A deep scratch suddenly appeared on the solid tunnel floor. Along with an ominous sizzling sound, the bones, mud, and stone bricks near the scratch were corroded into A streak of black smoke. If he hadn't restrained his strength, Anthony believed he could have demolished the tunnel in one fell swoop.

So Anthony accepted his offer. Perhaps Quirrell insisted on accompanying him to deal with the basilisk despite his poor health because he thought that Anthony would not be able to escape easily from the threat of the basilisk.

After all, only Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Snape were the only ones in the school who knew about his identity as a necromancer. In Quirrell's eyes, he was probably just a Muggle Studies professor who was obsessed with the study of magical theory.

Before leaving, Anthony touched the wraith rat in his pocket and left it in the tunnel. It can contact him when necessary.

…

The resentful little mouse found his favorite corner against the wall and lay down comfortably.

It was asked to look at the passage in front of it, and to contact its summoner immediately once a living creature appeared—a living creature other than the pale man.

Assuming that the man is not talking to it, then he is explaining something to the empty tunnel.

In the dark mud, it heard the other's faint voice echoing off the damp walls.

I...I thought you wanted to recruit him, Master. The man with the big scarf said, trembling all over, No...I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry.

As if something invisible was tormenting him, he trembled and fell to his knees with a plop in the slimy passage. The frightened resentful mouse froze and glanced at him, then quickly moved to a more secluded corner. .

He...he may not have discovered...Master, master...he said he hasn't checked yet... the other party said intermittently, with a cry in his voice, If we kill him now, Dumbledore will be suspicious... …Snape is already watching me…our target…”

He sobbed: Yes, Master... No, I didn't... It's just not necessary...

The invisible thing seemed to torture him again. The man in the big turban almost buried himself in the mud.

No! Please don't, Master! After a convulsion, he suddenly shouted, I...I shouldn't make my own decisions...

But a low, hoarse and strange hissing sound echoed in the tunnel. The young man, covered in mud and sweat, cried in fear and seemed unable to hear anything.

Forgive me, Master! he shouted, Forgive me! He closed his eyes tightly, as if he already knew what he was about to face.

He kept shouting these words.

A sharp voice suddenly appeared: I am disappointed, Quirinus... you have lost part of my trust again... but the Dark Lord is kind... you are still useful, close your eyes...

The young man cried.

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