The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

While everyone was stuffing their bellies with chips and pork chops, Anthony got the full story from the kitchen elf.

Including how the Weasley brothers used an abandoned bathroom to invent and how they found a magical house with the help of elves when they sneaked into the kitchen.

We use it to store miscellaneous items. The elf's tennis-ball-like eyes flashed with pride, For hundreds of years, we have put items in it that were forgotten by their owners or should not be in the school. If its owner really wants it back, they can do it while they're melancholy wandering around. A little bit of luck, of course.

Are you doing experiments in the utility room? Anthony frowned. This doesn't sound very safe.

When the elf proudly told Anthony that they were talking about a room called the Room of Requirement, the Weasley brothers lay on the table in frustration and pretended to be dead.

I shouldn't have come to this meal, Fred said. Don't tell anyone, Professor, we can... give you a discount.

Twenty percent off, George said.

Anthony was noncommittal.

Fred added: 40% off.

George added: 50% off.

Fred looked at George with wide eyes: It can't be any cheaper! If it's any cheaper, it will be a loss!

George gritted his teeth and said: Don't stop me, I will lose money today, but I also want our dearest Professor Anthony to enjoy the best price!

Anthony laughed and raised his hand: Don't worry, I'm not your dean, and I have no control over students' private transactions. But you have to ensure the safety of yourself and your classmates first... Don't sell dangerous contraband, and don't sell it in the utility room. Let’s do some experiments here, okay?”

Of course not! Brother Weasley assured, We just sell Chocolate Frog cards. Also, that room is safe. It's not a utility room when we use it.

They told Anthony that the magical room was called the Room of Requirement because it would go to great lengths to fulfill the explorer's requests. It can be turned into the most well-protected laboratory imaginable.

I think that's probably the most magical place in the whole castle, said Fred. We were hiding from Filch when we first met it, and it suddenly appeared.

George added: “It looked like a broom closet at the time.”

Anthony asked curiously: Can the broom inside be taken out?

If someone else put it in, it should be OK. Fred said thoughtfully, If the room was deformed, then it won't be OK.

Anthony said amusedly: It sounds like you guys tried it.

Lee Jordan said, Professor, you have no idea what they tried to bring out.

As long as you dare to say it, I dare to fill your closet with foxes. Fred threatened.

His friend quickly surrendered, and Anthony asked with a grin, Where did you get that vixen, Mr. Weasley?

…

When Anthony handed a whole bag of fox eggs to Professor McGonagall, she didn't even move an eyebrow.

Weasley, right? she asked habitually, how many points were deducted?

Anthony shook his head: I didn't deduct points. They promised me that I would pass all the subjects at the end of this semester...well, except for the history of magic and astronomy.

Professor McGonagall opened the bag and looked at it: I'm looking forward to their Divination class results. Is Lee Jordan with them?

……exist.

I'm looking forward to it very much, said Professor McGonagall.

…

The weekend is here in a blink of an eye. The sun was shining on the entire Quidditch pitch, the stands were full, and the players were making final preparations in the locker rooms. When Anthony came out of the office, he happened to meet Professor Quirrell who was also going to watch the game.

Is Professor Quirrell also interested in Quidditch? Anthony said politely.

It was hard for him to imagine Quirrell riding on his broom in high spirits. The wizard, who was pale and seemed about to faint at any moment, had both arms no thicker than a broomstick.

Quirrell held his turban and said in a panic: Yes, I-I'm interested.

Which team do you support? Anthony chatted as they walked downstairs next to him. Quirrell is a Ravenclaw graduate, so there's no problem asking him about the team he supports.

Quirrell was silent for a moment, then whispered tremblingly: Gryffindor.

Ah, me too. Anthony said happily, I heard that Gryffindor is the strongest Quidditch team. But Slytherin's style of play... I have also heard about it. I hope Gryffindor I can defeat them with dignity.

Yes, yes, said Quirrell.

Once at the stadium, Quirrell separated from him.

Anthony made no effort to find Professor McGonagall, who had invited him, but simply tried to find an empty seat to sit on. She told him in advance that she would monitor the game commentator Jordan in the commentary box in case he said something weird again.

Of course, I'm not saying that what he said doesn't have its own truth. Professor McGonagall said when Anthony asked her why she didn't change the narrator. It's just that sometimes it's too subjective. And the students like him.

Anthony suspected that she actually liked it too.

This way, Henry! Hagrid waved to him from the highest row of the stands.

Anthony nodded to him, struggled to squeeze through the crowd, and was dragged up by Hagrid on the last few steps: Oh, thank you. There are more people than I thought.

This is Gryffindor! Every time Gryffindor and Slytherin play, the audience is the largest. Hagrid said proudly, I originally planned to watch it in the hut, but I thought you might need a Commentary. Gryffindor games are always of the highest level, let alone Harry this time, right?

His last words were asked to his side.

Only then did Anthony realize that Hagrid was surrounded by a group of first-year Gryffindors: red-haired Ron, Seamus who was copying papers with Ron, Hermione who was wrapped up tightly, holding a toad and pointing at him A smiling Neville and a student he didn't know were huddled together with them holding a large quilt.

Anthony glanced twice at the dirty sheet. He heard some students commenting in class that people needed to hold up mattresses and follow Harry Potter to prevent him from falling to his death. Is there anyone really ready to put it into practice?

Harry! Harry's out! the student holding the sheet shouted, shaking the sheet away suddenly and almost hitting Neville in the face. Ron quickly caught the other end and raised it high.

Anthony stepped back and saw the huge Potter Must Win written on it. There is also a Gryffindor lion, looking majestically outside the banner. The cold wind blew the banners.

Did they do it themselves? Anthony asked Hagrid in a low voice.

Of course, they are Harry's friends. Hagrid watched the little seeker in red walk to the Quidditch pitch and shook his fist fiercely. Come on, Harry! Give those scoundrels some color. Look!

Anthony saw the skinny player looking this way and smiling broadly at his friends.