The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Anthony sent Neville away, sat in a chair and thought for a while, and decided to go to Hagrid for a drink.

The winter sun sets early. In the evening, only a few golden clouds still hang in the western sky. From the top of the mountain in the distance of Hogwarts, deep blue and purple have spread. The cold wind was blowing the dry grass. There were only a few students outside the castle, and most of them were resting by the warm fireplace of the school.

Hagrid was not in his cabin, so Anthony walked around the castle before seeing him near the Quidditch pitch.

Henry! Hagrid greeted him loudly, holding a large broom in his hand, Why did you come here?

I was looking for you. Anthony said, I went out and bought a lot of white wine and some brandy along the way, thinking you might be interested.

Hagrid's black beetle-like eyes lit up: Oh, Brandy! Of course! He looked down at the broom, But not now, Henry, I still have work.

The bundle of brooms was like a handful of unqualified firewood in Hagrid's big hands, pitifully squeezing each other.

What are you doing?

I'm preventing frost. Hagrid said proudly, But I have to remove the frost every morning. It's too cold, Henry, and the Quidditch season has started again. We can't let them go on the field with frost. The broom is not agile enough. Besides, students will slip off it.

Anthony watched with great interest as Hagrid polished and oiled the broom skillfully, and said: It doesn't matter, I don't have anything to do today. He was not afraid of the cold at all, and he could even sit with Hagrid on the Quidditch pitch as long as Hagrid was willing. One night.

Have you ever watched Quidditch? Hagrid asked.

Not yet, said Anthony. Minerva invited me to watch the Gryffindor-Slytherin game.

Hagrid said happily: Oh! That's the next one! I'll go there too. As long as there's a Gryffindor game, I'll go there. Do you know the Quidditch rules?

Anthony answered cautiously: Uh, a group of people riding broomsticks and playing ball in the sky...?

Oh my God, Henry, you can't understand the game like this. Hagrid said loudly, First remember the Golden Snitch, the most important gadget... By the way, do you know what a Seeker is?

He then began to detail the rules, history and game terms of Anthony Cope's Quidditch, detailing the Seekers, Chasers, Beaters and Keepers of the Gryffindor Quidditch House teams throughout the ages. The broom he held creaked in his hands.

Charlie's flying is great! he said excitedly, waving his big hands in the air, gesturing for Anthony's goalposts on the field, Here he is here one second, and he can rush here the next second. But I dare say Harry is not bad at all! He can fly around on a toy broomstick since he was very young, and James has always said that his son will become a Quidditch star!

His hand suddenly stopped, and his shaggy beard twitched.

Hagrid? Anthony quickly held his elbow, What's wrong with you?

I...I really hope James can see Harry playing Quidditch. Hagrid piled all the brooms into the broomstick shed, slammed the door, and said stiffly, Let's go have a drink, Henry. .Gryffindor will definitely win the next game.

…

When Hagrid said have a drink, he meant taking out the entire stock of wine and drinking as much as he could.

Anthony was also a little drunk and asked Hagrid: Your big spider, is he okay now?

Oh, great. Hagrid said, Thank you for asking about him. He was scared last time, and it was not his intention not to say goodbye to you... He has always been a gentle and polite good friend...

Great. Can he still feel the basilisk? Anthony asked.

Hagrid scratched his head: He doesn't want to talk to me about this topic, but he probably can't. But he hasn't wanted to leave for a long time. I guess the basilisk may have died a long time ago.

Anthony was still a little worried: I'll check on the basilisk in a while. If something dies, there must be a body.

After Hagrid and the two roosters paraded around Hogwarts for a week and a half, Anthony also walked carefully around the school, trying to sense if there were any huge, magical corpses, but found nothing.

Unless the basilisk was ridiculously small, or extremely far away from the corridors of Hogwarts, Anthony should be able to find traces of its death.

But Hogwarts was far too clean to be the grave of such a monster. In addition to discovering a huge tomb of small animals under Hogwarts - probably dead snakes, dead mice, dead toads and the like left over from the Potions class, and perhaps cattle and mutton bones left over from the kitchen, etc. The rest of the garbage was put there for composting—nothing was found.

Hagrid took another sip of wine: This wine is really good. Where did you buy it, Henry?

The Muggle world. Anthony smiled, Although we can't make wine that requires magic, I want to say that Muggles are already better than magic when brewing this kind of conventional wine-such as ordinary brandy. The world is better. And it’s cheap.”

When his salary was settled in galleons, everything seemed cheap when he converted it back into pounds to buy supplies.

…

Anthony left three or four bottles of wine for Hagrid and returned to the castle. It was already curfew time, and there was no one on the whole road. Only the light of the torches in the castle shone through the windows. He saw a dark figure walking cautiously on the stairs, looking around to see if anyone had noticed.

Anthony smiled. He didn't plan to catch students wandering at night today... and he never did. Although he often wandered outside after curfew (thank God, he was a professor rather than a student), and met several students who went out late at night for adventure or dates, as long as they did not go to the right corridor on the third floor or the restricted book area Even if he was running, he wasn't unlucky enough to bump into him, so he basically didn't care.

He himself suffers from insomnia and knows that if he can't fall asleep, he just can't fall asleep.

I don’t know which student came out alone this time. Judging from his body shape, he should be a senior student.

Anthony just let his thoughts wander. Under the influence of alcohol, he felt a little lazy, as if he was immersed in a gentle dream.

It was a sunny day again today, and the stars in the sky shone above his head, emitting a distant, cold diamond-like light.

If Anthony felt something, he turned back and stared at the Forbidden Forest. In a dark forest, a silver-white horseman looked at him from a distance. When he saw him looking over, he nodded to him, turned around and walked back to the dense forest.