The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Anthony and his cat take a walk by the Black Lake. The sun came out today, and everyone who had free time came out to enjoy the winter sunshine.

After Halloween, it gets cold. The Black Lake is covered with ice, thickening a little more every day. At first, only the bird stood on it, but later the students also went up, and now, Anthony even jumped up when he saw Yaya.

Hagrid was wrapped in his moleskin coat, pulling the big dog, and waved to Anthony from a distance.

The mountains surrounding the school have fallen into snow and ice, and their white peaks sparkle in the sun. Madam Pomfrey's medicine cabinet was full of pick-me-ups. The student was wrapped in winter wizard robes, and his nose and ears were red from the cold.

Professor Anthony! Midgen waved to him. She was also a member of the perfect class and got a lot of extra points and snacks from him.

She was walking with a few girls, holding a small bag of colorful snacks in her hand. She looked like she had just returned from Hogsmeade.

Anthony smiled and said, Hello.

Hey, is this the cat that doesn't like people? Midgen knelt down to look at the cat, But it's really good-looking.

His cats already have a certain reputation among students. Of course it is not as good as Mrs. Norris, but after it wandered out alone, many students knew that there was a ginger cat that was extremely vigilant and would run away as soon as anyone approached.

The Weasley brothers even stalked the cat, chasing it from the greenhouse to the second floor of the castle. If he hadn't run into Professor Quirrell who was just coming downstairs to his office, Anthony felt that they might not be able to stop the car and go into the pet tunnel he left with the cat.

The cat jumped into Anthony's arms and looked down at Midgen.

Midgen was amused: Professor, where did you buy the cat?

I picked it up, Anthony said, rubbing the cat's head. The cat twitched its ears impatiently and put its head into the wizard's robe.

In fact, it was dug, but there is no need to tell the students this.

That's great. Midgen said enviously, I want a cat too.

Anthony knew that her family was of modest means and did not buy a pet. Clean and beautiful pets in the Magical Creatures Shop are expensive, and there are many students at Hogwarts who don't have pets.

He suddenly thought: Isn't it okay if it's not sold in Diagon Alley?

Of course. Midgen said in surprise, Professor, do you know the person who sells cats?

Anthony shook his head: No. Let me think about it... It's hard to say now. I have to talk to other professors first... But if you keep giving face like this, the feasibility should be relatively high.

He wanted to take his students to see the British Muggle community for themselves.

Rather than sitting in a classroom and telling you how the majority of people living across the wall live, why not experience it yourself. There happened to be a pet adoption agency near the community where he worked, with simple procedures, which was very suitable for serious and responsible students like Midgen who wanted pets.

Even though he didn't know what he was talking about, Midgen still nodded heavily: I will perform well.

Anthony smiled and said: Just keep the current status, I dare say you are at least E. Let's put it this way, the knowledge points of my tests cover the scope of O.W.Ls questions, and even include N.E.W.Ts, but the question types Keep it simple.”

He and Professor Bubaji had discussed the O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts exams in Muggle Studies.

According to the questions he saw in the archives, the test questions of these exams were close to Muggle life at that time and were quite up to date with the times... And as students turned in messy answer sheets every year, the difficulty of the exams dropped again and again. It was so simple that he couldn't believe it.

At that time, he asked Professor Bubbaji who was responsible for the test questions and why the test questions were so different from the textbook at the time (Everyday Muggles). Professor Bubaji told him that these formal examinations have expert question groups, and the question setting has little to do with school professors.

Anthony asked her if she knew who was on the Muggle Studies expert panel. He was really curious about what the experts would think when they saw the answer sheet. Under the question about the end of the 20th century, students carefully answered what Muggle life was like in the 18th century.

I was the team leader at the time. Professor Bubbaji said calmly, So as soon as I heard that the Muggle Research position was vacant, I decided to come and take a look.

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After Anthony assured the student of her grades, he watched her happily walk away with her friends.

Hey, you! He suddenly heard a thunderous roar, turned his head and saw Hagrid striding towards a group of lower-level students.

The group of children gathered together on the ice of the Black Lake. They had been laughing so much that Anthony thought they were playing a game.

Hagrid walked over angrily and pulled out a student from among them: You little villains! Go back to the castle!

Anthony recognized the student he pulled out. Neville Longbottom.

He was cursed, and his nose flowed uncontrollably, hanging crystally on his face that was red from crying in the cold weather.

We are just reviewing the class content. Right, Longbottom? The leader of the group of students smiled nonchalantly, When did it violate school rules for students to review their homework?

Hagrid said roughly: You guys, go back to the castle, don't let me carry you in. Come on, Neville, don't cry. We can find a solution.

Okay, okay. The student sneered, You just hide behind others, huh? Longbottom? Now you have some sense? Peeves can sometimes tell a few truths. How can he say that? Stay? Gryffindor, brag; quit Longbottom and die.

Neville cried so hard that he couldn't breathe. He broke away from Hagrid's big hand and rushed towards the student while wiping his nose.

His head hit the opponent's stomach hard, knocking the student onto the ice. The other person got up holding his stomach, and Neville's tears and snot were stained on his exquisite wizard robe.

Throw away your clothes, Draco. A girl next to him said in disgust.

The student known as Draco muttered something quickly through gritted teeth, waved his wand downwards, and the ice beneath Neville suddenly disappeared. He plopped into the water.

Oh my god! Neville! Hagrid stretched out his hand to catch him, but Neville seemed unable to find the entrance to the hole after falling and never came up.

He needs to wash himself. The student said contemptuously, Let's go, I want to go back and change clothes.

Anthony ran over to Neville the moment he fell. His cat ran faster than he did, and jumped in front of the ice cave without hesitation.

He asked Hagrid to drive away the nearby students, and he held his hands on the ice, closed his eyes, and felt the bones in the lake... If he had time, he would definitely...

His cat spread out in the water... its limbs were separated, the cat's head, paws, and tail, looking for and salvaging the junior Gryffindor in different directions.

Suddenly, the undead magic belonging to his cat condensed together and fluctuated violently, as if it was struggling to hold on to something heavy.

Here! Anthony clenched his fist fiercely.

The resentful spirits near the bottom of the lake were suddenly awakened, and the entire ice surface was filled with ghostly fire. At his request, they frantically attacked the ice above the cat's head, drilling a hole in an instant.

The cat pulled the unconscious Neville out, and Hagrid picked him up without hesitation and ran to the school hospital. The cat crawled wetly to the shore and tried to shake off the water dissatisfiedly.

Anthony took his hand away from the ice and stood up slowly. Without his magic, the evil spirit in the lake slowly dissipated. A fish swam up through the ice hole in confusion, and then dived down quickly, leaving only circles of ripples.

He walked to the shore. The group of students were standing in the shadows cast by dead branches, observing everything happening on the lake from a distance.

They looked up at Anthony.

You - you - Anthony glanced around the faces of the group of people, Slytherin, twenty points, each. I want to talk to your headmaster.

They didn't know they had almost killed someone.