The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

So we don't have to worry about basilisks anymore? Dumbledore asked.

Now that Dumbledore was there, Fawkes no longer had to push himself. From the moment Anthony stepped into the principal's office, it flew to the top of the high shelf. Anthony believed that if the principal's office had a loft, Fox would be willing to live higher.

Anthony nodded: I think so, Headmaster. Unless there is actually a happy basilisk family in the castle.

This morning, as soon as Anthony walked downstairs to the principal's office with the note, the gargoyles jumped to both sides.

He went up the spiral staircase. The door to the principal's office was open. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, looking at a strange gold watch. He looked up and saw him coming in, and asked him to sit down calmly, as if they had made an appointment.

Anthony told him what happened last night.

He started in the Room of Requirement, talked about the back yard of the Hog's Head (Albus Dumbledore shook his head gently when he heard his brother's name), and then how he had been inspired by the passage and discovered the basilisk. dining room, followed by Snape and Quirrell's help (Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in interest).

He hesitated, but confessed to Dumbledore the influence of cats on him. Since Aberforth Dumbledore said that his brother never fired professors, he might be able to take a long vacation if he was lucky.

Dumbledore listened to his narrative seriously and told Anthony that when he realized his own power, self-restraint became an eternal subject. He can only give advice based on his own experience, but everything still needs to be experienced by Anthony himself.

Henry, since you asked me...even if it is cruel, I still suggest that you don't forget how you felt when you thought the cat was leaving you. Regret, pain, fear of yourself. Dumbledore said softly seriously, Exactly these Emotions are always warning us to use our power carefully.”

Fawkes twisted his neck from the shelf to look at Dumbledore and gave a soft cry, as if it was a comfort. Its clear chirping echoed in the principal's office, and the snoring sounds of the previous principals pretending to be asleep on the wall paused for a moment.

Dumbledore smiled and said: Although you may not realize it, Henry, you are lucky. Your cat is back... I am so happy for you... Anthony was surprised to find that his slender fingers were trembling slightly, But please don't take it lightly. Destiny prefers games with ups and downs. When you feel that everything is going well and you are invincible, please be careful.

I will, Anthony promised.

…

In addition to cats, he also told Dumbledore about his chickens and mice.

As long as you agree, I don't want to fake a body for them. Let's keep things simple. Anthony said, Peeves is still wandering in Hogwarts, why can't there be a few transparent animals that appear inexplicably? ?After all, this is a magic castle.

Dumbledore said, Of course, Henry. As long as you make sure they don't throw statues around, I don't see what the problem would be.

I can vouch for that, said Anthony. In fact, I guess they won't be able to lift the statue. Peeves is incredibly strong, Headmaster.

Not even a statuette, said Dumbledore seriously, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Okay, not even the figurines, Anthony assured. They're friendly. In fact, my cat is an exception.

…

Before leaving, Dumbledore asked Anthony if there was anything else he wanted to tell him, anything.

Anthony thought about it. Apart from this long night, everything was pretty normal. Since he decided not to create a body for the Wraith Chicken, the only thing he needed to consider now was how to move it to Hogwarts.

I don't think so. He said, and then suddenly remembered something, Ah, by the way, when I was investigating the basilisk, Snape thought I had brought the troll to the school...

Dumbledore said: I apologize on his behalf, Henry.

That's not the case, sir. Anthony frowned, I'm wondering, who let the troll in?

He was a little puzzled when he left. He slowly walked down the stairs with two Lemon Olaf in his hands, and nodded to Professor McGonagall who happened to be going upstairs. He always felt that Dumbledore had a weird smile when he sent him away.

Albus hasn't left yet? Professor McGonagall asked.

Not half a minute ago, Anthony said.

Professor McGonagall nodded: Excellent. She held a large pile of parchment in her hand.

Anthony watched her striding towards the principal's office, and felt that there should be a strange smile in his eyes.

…

There was no class that day. After Anthony returned, he took off his coat and lay on the repaired bed. The cat and mouse occupy the window sill on the south side of the room and the closet on the north side respectively, looking at each other across the entire room.

You're going to get along, right? he asked with a hint of sleepiness, trying to get some rest.

However, just as he closed his eyes, he heard a bang, and when he opened his eyes, he found that his wardrobe was lying flat on the floor, with mice scurrying among the various sleeves and collars.

The cat, with its tail curled, sat elegantly next to the wardrobe and clothes scattered on the floor, as if it had nothing to do with it.

Anthony sighed and began repairing the wardrobe. Neither the mouse nor the cat had emotions intense enough for him to feel. He's optimistic that means they're just playing around now.

…

After repairing the wardrobe, Anthony sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a while, and decided to leave the playground to the two summoned friends he had just met and go out for a walk.

He went out and knocked on Professor Quirrell's door. After everything yesterday, he hoped that Professor Quirrell had gone to the school hospital. Even if not, he hoped that the other party was not injured. But these are not the main reasons. If anything, he knocked on the door simply because Professor Quirrell lived nearby.

No one answered the door.

Anthony knocked on the door again and began to wonder if Professor Quirrell had classes in the morning. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who is responsible for the entire grade is indeed much harder than the elective professor who only has to take care of two grades. He began to think about visiting Myrtle.

But after a while, he heard some movement in the room, and then the door opened, revealing Professor Quirrell's face, which was paler than before. He sweatily asked: Professor An-Anthony?

Anthony said: I hope you had a good sleep, Professor Quirrell. I came here to ask... He hesitated and made an excuse casually, I want to ask you if you eat lemon sorbet?

He spread his hands, and two gifts from Dumbledore were lying in his palms.

Thanks to the boss for the tip, here’s the Lemon Snow Bao: (sorted in chronological order)

Laisesia (114 points), a shameless salted fish reader (2 points), Xuanhuang Amiao (100 points), Book Friends 20220430081601914 (2 points), Alhosud's pen (2 points) , Q11111111 (2 points), Freedom on the Starry Sky (4 points), iceshan (100 points), persienne (100 points), Book Friends 20230331110927769 (100 points), Laisesia (107 points), Peiyujido (400 points) )