The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Anthony took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He stared at the chandelier on his ceiling. It was strange that he had never noticed how beautiful it was. This chandelier and his tables and chairs were made by the same design master Elf. The exquisite copper frame is dotted with exquisite floral decorations, and the curves are smooth and elegant. Under the influence of magic, the candle will not burn out, drip oil, or go out, and will always burn with a bright flame.

There are also circles of crystal beads at the bottom of the chandelier. They are so crystal clear and bright that they look like tiny stars gathered together and swaying gently.

Anthony raised himself from the ground.

In order not to scare Professor Quirrell, he temporarily put his poisoned arm back on, but the feeling was as weird as if he had stuffed bubble gum into his nose. So he threw away the numb arm at this time and decided to deal with it later... He had more important things to do now...

He wanted to see his cat.

…

His cat was curled up on the pillow, its head resting on its tail, sleeping comfortably.

Anthony threw himself onto the bed and looked sideways at the cat. Its belly rose and fell with its breathing, and its hair trembled slightly. Anthony laughed and reached out to scratch the cat's head: Meet new friends.

The resentful mouse huddled in the corner of the bedroom door, refusing to come near. He huddled himself next to the trash can, like a small stuffed toy ball.

The cat ignored him.

Anthony pushed it: Come on, get up. Don't you usually love running around at this time?

The cat remained motionless.

It was then that Anthony finally realized something was wrong. He rolled over and sat up, holding the cat on his lap. It was still sleeping peacefully, breathing evenly...it felt like a sleeping, warm kitten.

It's like a living ginger cat that just won't wake up.

Oh God, no, Anthony muttered, and began trying various methods to wake it up. He tried to make it look like a skeleton cat, but to no avail. He opened the window to let it breathe, and even put a tank of water in to pretend to give it a bath.

The cat is still asleep.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and tried to control it directly in the same way as the bones - this was really a bad idea - the cat opened its eyes and took a few steps under his control, tilting its head and glanced at Anthony.

He immediately removed the magic, took a deep breath to suppress his emotions... This was not his cat.

The cat's eyelids closed and he began to sleep again.

Not the grumpy, picky cat who only got close to him. The cat who likes to go out and roam, but doesn't like to be seen by living people. The cat who can scratch every piece of furniture in the house to crumbs when he loses his temper. His first summons, one that had been with him since he first emerged from the grave and watched over him late at night.

The magic that kept it conscious trembled weakly. He had used so much necromancy today that the Skeleton Cat, the first summon with whom he shared the most magic, was also affected.

No, said Anthony. He finally understood why the basilisk's spirit had such a powerful influence on him... and his cat stopped helping him.

His cat was alive—or dead, depending on how you looked at it—gosh, couldn't people invent some other word to describe this state?

If it was still the same ordinary skeleton cat, he knew what he should do. It's nothing more than repairing bones, he has experience. But now its flesh and blood is firmly attached to its bones...

He hugged the cat and tried to think of a way... He knew how to call the cat back if it was driven back to death, but he didn't understand how he should pray for life to bring his dead cat back.

This isn't fair. There are so many living cats in the world... There are all kinds of cats, all kinds of colors, all kinds of personalities, all kinds of sizes, ages and appearances. All kinds of cats are living in this world with vitality, living in the sunshine. Places that can or cannot be illuminated. But he only had one dead cat, one that he didn't have to worry about being killed by his own nightmares.

Why should this cat survive?

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Anthony held the cat in one hand and hurried upstairs... He thought of a way, maybe it was a way, at least, he had hope.

During a conversation about resurrection, the notes recorded a conjecture they mentioned - of course, not to put someone's skeleton pet back into the realm of death, but to use the magic of returning people to life...

But if he used it the other way around...

Anthony opened the door to the Room of Requirement and jumped out.

Long, slippery passages, dark, damp tunnels, the sound of running footsteps. Huge snake sloughs, bones scattered everywhere, and - most importantly, his target - the mysterious green brilliance of the snake reflected in the dim light in the high room supported by stone pillars Strange corpse.

Okay, good... Anthony whispered, hugging the cat tighter.

Some magic vibrated in the air. The corpse of the basilisk is still lying quietly on the ground. It is still a formidable giant, but it seems to be empty. It makes people feel that if you knock it, it will make a tin drum-like thumping sound - from the snake The strange bone thing... was pulled out by Anthony - and the skull cat's bones began to emit a crystal light.

Come on, Cat, he whispered.

The soul belongs to death, the flesh and blood belongs to life, and the bones belong to the necromancer between life and death. He had - a strong - desire.

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If a dead cat falls into a slumber because there is too much life within it—because its summoner has expended so much undead magic—what should its summoner do?

A simple answer would be, give it more necromancy.

This is how the Inferi were created. The by-products of these resurrection studies include a great deal of necromancy. Their souls are captured by the God of Death and will not spit out a single bit. However, under the influence of undead magic, the life in the flesh and blood is firmly suppressed, and the consciousness remaining in the body can still control the body.

Presumably, undead magic treats everything moving in the world as a sandwich. The ordinary way to eat a sandwich - the most ordinary way to die - is to bite into it and mix the bread with whatever is sandwiched between, but if there's magic involved... well, that's complicated. Some buns will be pulled off and eaten, some will eat the lettuce first, some magic will not eat the eggs in the middle, and some will eat the tomatoes with the bread, but save the canned beef for the end.

All in all, according to the notes, the Necromancer is the one who can control the sandwich. Anthony is trying to add something more to his cat to bring back the flavor of this little sandwich.

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The cat's body temperature cooled down rapidly, and its breathing became slower and slower... The sound of water droplets falling echoed in the tunnel, and it shook its ears... Then the cat opened its eyes.

Anthony stared at it. The cat looked at his empty arms dissatisfied, grabbed his shoulders and tried to climb up, its claws hanging firmly on Anthony's wizard robe and digging into his flesh.

Anthony lowered his head, let it climb onto his shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief.

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--Dividing line--

It’s like this. For living things, losing life is called death. For dead things (skeleton cats, etc.), losing death is called life.

Due to the extensive use of undead magic, Anthony's first summoned object lost part of its death (the cat warmed up after extensive practice in the Room of Requirement), and finally showed a series of living effects due to the flesh and blood created by the bottle of magic potion. feature. But because the soul is always in the hands of death, it becomes a living dead cat, and the skeleton cat (undead magic) in the bones is suppressed... (Death is a greedy profiteer and will detain all souls that pass by him)

It's a sandwich... Flesh and blood represents breathing, heartbeat and other manifestations, and is the basis of existence. After death, flesh and blood is the part left behind, enjoyed by decomposers or consumers, and left in the world to worship new life. The remaining bones represent an in-between state, both the physical part that we as living beings can touch, and also related to death. The soul is the part that will die and has no body.