The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Anthony walked along the lakeside lawn and faintly heard the shouts and cheers of the Hufflepuff team coming from the Quidditch training ground.

There were two familiar figures in front of him.

The Davis brothers and sisters were walking slowly in the shade of the trees. Roger was gesticulating with something in mid-air - based on the similar gestures Wood had made before, it was probably something related to Quidditch - while Tracy Davis reached out and fiddled with the sunlight falling through the gaps in the leaves. , letting it fall on his hand for a while, and on the dead leaves next to their feet, nodding from time to time.

Several chaffinches flew down from the branches and landed on the forest glade to look for food, but were frightened away by the approaching cats.

Shh, shh! Roger tried to drive the cat away, but was glared at by the ginger cat that jumped up on the tree. Hey, this seems to be Professor Anthony's cat?

Tracy asked a little worriedly: What is it biting in its mouth?

Can't see clearly. Roger put his hand on his eyes and looked carefully, It's very strange, it seems to be a mouse-shaped jelly.

Tracy stood under the tree with him and looked up: Jelly?

The cat carefully followed the branches for a few steps, and then jumped directly to the oak tree nearby. The two students exclaimed Wow in unison.

Roger said doubtfully: No, that thing seems to be moving...is there a mouse-shaped jellyfish?

Where did it go? Tracey searched.

Anthony caught the cat that jumped all the way from the tree into his arms and looked down. The cat carefully released the resentful mouse from its mouth. The mouse squeaked softly, grabbed Anthony's button and began to climb up.

Professor! Roger spotted him with sharp eyes, What is that? He pointed to the mouse on Anthony's chest.

Anthony looked down and saw the ginger cat trying to adjust himself to a comfortable position: Cat.

Roger shook his head: No, that rat-like thing.

Anthony said in surprise: You said it looks like a mouse, so it is a mouse. He stretched out his hand to hold up the little wraith mouse and handed it to the third grade student who came over. Look, it's a mouse.

Roger frowned and looked at this animal that often appeared in kitchens and sewers, and said hesitantly: But... why is it transparent?

Anthony said mysteriously and honestly: Because of magic.

The Davis siblings accepted the answer immediately. Tracy cautiously stretched out her hand and let the mouse smell her fingertips - she originally wanted to pet the cat, but was frightened by the grinning cat and retracted her hand - Roger tried to find out what kind of magic could make the mouse turn into transparent.

I heard that there is a magic ritual that can turn mice yellow. Roger said, Are their principles similar?

The mouse closed its eyes comfortably when Tracy's index finger touched its forehead. Tracy whispered Oh in surprise and gently followed the fur of the resentful mouse.

Anthony couldn't help but wonder who could develop a magical ritual to turn mice yellow.

He asked Roger, who was looking at the mouse eagerly: What ceremony?

Roger scratched his head: I don't know, other classmates told me. It seems to be a secret technique passed down by a pure-blood family. I heard that you need to use certain herbs in certain weather conditions, and then what to eat, and finally you have to recite A spell. (Note 1)

This does sound like a very orthodox magical ritual. If Anthony remembers correctly, the ritual of becoming an Animagus is similar to this description.

To turn mice yellow? he confirmed.

Roger nodded seriously: Yes, Professor.

For the first time, Anthony looked at a pure-blood family with admiration. They have some pretty interesting senses of humor after all.

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After saying goodbye to the two Davises, he walked toward the forest with the cat in his arms. Most of the students gathered on the lawn next to the Black Lake or on the paths along the lake. In the woods, there were mostly lovers hugging each other and whispering to each other against the tree trunks. As you walked deeper, there was no one there. The mouse was lying on his left shoulder, raising its nose to smell the fragrance of flowers in the air.

In a place where there were few trees and the sun was shining, Anthony put them both down and sat on the ground.

Spring. He sighed, lying down and looking at the blue, cloudless sky that was rare to see in British weather (especially in the unpredictable weather of February and March).

The cat wandered off to nowhere. In order to restrain the undead magic that grew day by day after devouring the basilisk soul, Anthony no longer tried to sense his summons. On such a warm spring day, he saw no need to track the cat's whereabouts.

The mouse was swaying around his neck. Anthony caught it in his hand, raised it to his head and looked at it: Go, today is a rare good weather. Find something you like.

He put the mouse next to him and pushed it outside. The mouse wandered around for a few times and then ran away, leaving only Anthony sharing a piece of sunshine with the rustling leaves and chirping birds.

Professor Anthony? a familiar voice called softly.

Anthony opened his eyes and saw Neville Longbottom and his toad walking too.

Longbottom. He sat up and nodded to Neville, Why are you here?

Neville said: There are fewer people here, Professor. He seemed to have regretted waking up Anthony, his round face turned red, and he tried desperately to find a topic, I...this is Leif, Professor. The toad he solemnly introduced Called politely.

Anthony smiled and said: Hello, Leif, I am Henry Anthony. He tentatively touched Neville's toad.

The living thing stared calmly at him under his touch.

Just then, the mouse came back. The little mouse seemed to take Anthony's words of find something you like as an order, and was trying hard to move a daffodil.

Anthony helped him, inserted the narcissus into his favorite pocket, and introduced to Neville: This is a mouse.

The mouse looked at Neville intelligently. Anthony said to the mouse again: This is Neville Longbottom. This is Lyford.

Neville couldn't help but laugh. Is this your pet too, Professor? he asked. It's so lively. It would be great if Scabbers could be so lively. Ron was going to go out today. Harry went to train, and he had nothing to do in the dormitory. Do... He muttered something under his breath that included Hermione, the essay, and the revision plan, and then said, But Scabbers slept to death, and Ron thought he was dead... Scabbers is very old.

If Weasley is willing, you can communicate with his brothers. Anthony suggested. At the end of this semester, Fred and George Weasley will go to a Muggle pet rescue center and may be able to adopt them. Some pets.”

If all went well, he was even considering giving the Weasleys an owl. Mr. Weasley has complained many times about how difficult it is to use the Ministry of Magic's public owls.

Note 1: Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine, turn this silly fat mouse yellow. - Magic ritual from the pureblood family Weasley.

Thanks to the big guy who gave the reward, here is Hyacinthus: (sorted in chronological order)

Orangist (500 points), Book Friends 20220807195843840 (100 points), Book Friends 20220907190646900 (2 points), Ying Yu (100 points), Evergreen Pines (100 points), Aljosud’s Pen (12 points), Book friend 20230613170027167 (12 points), thank you book friend for the reward (4 points), Qing のchen (2 points), Wang Zhicontempt (100 points), Beihun Changhe (500 points), why can't it be a good thing ( 8 points), four points four points four points (2 points), book friend 20230815222513067 (2 points), Ye Gujiu (500 points), neil0reikes (200 points), Lingbo Annuo (500 points), xks (18 points) ), retreating red rain (500 points)