The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

It has been rainy these days. The road outside Hogwarts was muddy, and the floor of the hall was full of muddy water and muddy footprints. Filch was so busy that his temper became worse and worse, his face was frighteningly gloomy, and he spent the whole day bulging his eyes to study who entered the castle without cleaning their shoes.

It was cloudy again tonight, the moon and stars were gone, and the sky was frighteningly dark. There was no light source except the torches on the wall. Out of guilt for letting go of the nocturnal students, Anthony patrolled the castle, hoping to meet the man who went to the restricted area to steal books without knowing where he was.

He didn't expect to see such a scene.

There was a small black figure standing on the astronomy tower, trembling slightly due to the wind. When Anthony got closer, he discovered that it was a junior girl holding a book. She was looking at the ground expressionlessly.

Why are you standing here? Anthony asked. After seeing the other party tremble suddenly, he slowed down his voice, What, you forgot the password?

The girl said, I got two points deducted in astronomy class, Professor, as if that explained everything.

You're sad, aren't you? Anthony tried to understand what was happening. You wouldn’t decide to jump off a building just for two points, right?

Just reflecting, Professor, she said. Pansy forgot to untie me.

The younger Slytherin spoke calmly. It was too dark, and after her prompting, Anthony discovered that her legs were tightly stuck together - it was a leg-locking spell.

He hurriedly helped her break the spell: Okay, let's go back to the dormitory. If you need help, remember to go to your dean... I believe he at least cares about the students in his college.

The girl paused and asked in a low voice: Aren't you going to deduct points, professor?

You didn't intentionally wander out at night, so why should I deduct points from you? Anthony said, Let's go, I will accompany you to the door of the dormitory. If you meet other professors, I will explain it to you.

That's great. The girl said happily. For some reason, Anthony thought she sounded disappointed.

After walking under the torch, Anthony discovered that her face was pale from the cold and her lips were dark purple. He conjured a thick cloak - Transfiguration is quite practical - and summoned a small ball of flame, stuffing it into a glass jar turned from stone: Cover your hands, remember to go to Madam Pomfrey's tomorrow to get some refreshment. .”

The other person reached out and took the cloak and jar with trembling hands - her nails were also dark purple - and said politely: Thank you, Professor Anthony.

How long have you been standing up there? Anthony asked. He couldn't feel the cold, so he ignored that the other person might have been blown away by the wind. Maybe he should knock on Madam Pomfrey's door now.

After astronomy get out of class, she said, It starts at about... eight o'clock?

That’s about five hours. Anthony said helplessly: Okay, let's go to the school hospital first.

No, professor, I'll just go back to the dormitory and take a nap. She refused.

Anthony asked: Which grade are you in? He had only seen this kind of stubbornness in his own adolescent students.

Second year Slytherin, Professor, Tracey Davis.

Anthony was stunned for a moment: Second grade? He remembered that Pansy Parkinson was in the first grade.

I'm half-blood, Professor. Tracy said matter-of-factly.

Anthony led her towards the campus hospital: Are you related to Roger Davis?

Tracy nodded and wrapped the cloak tighter: My brother.

Now Anthony knew whose child she was. Roger Davis told this story...a pure-blood wizard father who fell in love and was hated by his family, and a Muggle mother who died in childbirth.

Roger Davies said at the time: My father always said that St Mungo's was much better than a Muggle hospital, but because of You-Know-Who... No, it's okay, Professor, I don't remember her.

Anthony sighed silently and knocked on Madam Pomfrey's door.

Who? Madam Pomfrey asked immediately. After a rustling sound, the lights came on in the small room, and she was already standing at the door energetically.

Sorry, it's me, Anthony. Anthony said, Miss Davis may have caught a cold.

Madam Pomfrey frowned: Miss Davis? She took Tracy's hand, touched her forehead, and said sternly, Why are you here at this time? I'm going to get the refreshing potion... I remember you just took two bottles from me yesterday morning?

Tracy nodded and said softly: You have a good memory, ma'am.

Madam Pomfrey gave her an inquiring look, then went back to the room and took out a small glass bottle: Drink it. There are beds over there. You can stay here for the night. Don't wander around the castle at night.

Sorry for the trouble. Tracy sat on the bed and drank the potion in one gulp. White steam came out of her ears, and she looked better.

Thank you for your hard work, Professor Anthony. Madam Pomfrey said, There should be no problem. I will go back first.

Anthony said apologetically: Of course, thank you for the hard work.

Having just returned from vacation, the student had not suffered any injuries serious enough to require hospitalization. The entire campus hospital was empty, the lights flickering, except for Tracy who was sitting on the bed steaming. According to what Anthony saw while preparing the lesson, the steam would probably last for several hours.

What class do you have tomorrow? Anthony pulled up a chair and sat down. Miss Davis probably won't sleep much tonight.

Tracy lowered her head: Herbology in the morning, Potions and History of Magic in the afternoon.

Anthony nodded: If you can't stand it, remember to ask for leave. Don't hold on. This matter is not your fault.

Tracy looked up at him with a subtle expression, but said nothing.

Well... I hope Miss Parkinson won't do this again, but if you can't remember how to solve the leg-locking curse for a while, remember to jump into the corridor to avoid the wind blowing on the astronomy tower. Anthony tried to say tactfully. Roger was a very bright student and he couldn't figure out why his sister was so rigid.

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It was pitch black outside the castle window, as if the entire school had fallen into nothingness. Anthony thought about what happened to the younger Davis on the way back to his room.

Her brother was smart, strong, enthusiastic and cheerful, and quite popular among the students. Ravenclaw never seemed to care whether he was half-blood, pure-blood or Muggle-born. And Slytherin... Anthony knew that there were many conflicts between Slytherin students and other houses, but he didn't expect that they were still dividing their ranks among themselves based on blood.

He needed to talk to Snape...he really needed to talk to Snape. His college was heading in a very dangerous direction.

Just as he was thinking about it and stepping on the stairs, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming from downstairs.

He poked his head around and saw that Pansy Parkinson, a first-year Slytherin student, was hurrying up from the cellar with a furious look on his face.

Still wishing Harry Potter a happy 43rd birthday! You are older than Sirius and Snape too!

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Here we highlight the thanks to the hall leader Yuge Xiaopao, the rudder (and monthly ticket financier) Mingxuan liar, and the rudder tOnY. Thanks for the support, I’m so scared!