The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After Anthony drank the pumpkin juice, he went back to the office and played with the cat for a while before going to put Pansy in confinement.

It was a rare sunny day, the stars shone in the dark night, and the silver moonlight silently enveloped Hogwarts. Anthony stood waiting under the tower for a while, and faintly heard Professor Sinistra announcing that get out of class was over. Soon the sounds of footsteps and conversations echoed in the corridor. He stepped aside and heard Malfoy say, She's so annoying.

The two big guys who often followed him echoed: Yes.

It seems that Anthony can do anything to her. It's really embarrassing. I don't want to think about her family... Malfoy said, But my father told me not to act rashly... There seems to be some secret behind Anthony, and someone is very forceful to keep him. . He suddenly ordered, Did you hear that, you guys? Don't act rashly!

Okay, Draco, both men said.

Malfoy nodded with satisfaction and said thoughtfully: I'm curious what the secret is. My father said he didn't know either - or maybe he didn't want to tell me.

They passed Anthony and walked away.

Some Slytherin students also saw Anthony. Their relaxed smiles suddenly froze on their faces. After greeting Anthony cautiously, they immediately lowered their heads and walked away quickly. It seemed that if they were any later, he would turn into a fire dragon and chase after them and burn their robes.

After almost all the students were gone, Anthony stepped onto the spiral staircase leading to the astronomy tower. He met Professor Sinistra in the corridor. She held the textbook and nodded to him quite naturally: Parkinson is still up there.

Okay, thank you, Professor. Anthony said, and then heard a low Good job as they passed each other.

He almost thought he had heard wrongly, so he stopped and turned to look. Professor Sinistra had walked briskly away.

…

Pansy Parkinson stood on the astronomy tower, her wizard robes rustling in the cold wind. The stars hung high above the Astronomy Tower, colder tonight than when Tracey Davis was trapped in the Astronomy Tower under a leg-lock spell, but also brighter.

Anthony nodded: Good evening, Miss Parkinson.

Pansy gritted her teeth and said, Good evening, Professor. Anthony glanced at her to confirm that she was not gritting her teeth because of anger, but just to prevent the shivers from leaking out of her voice.

Originally I meant the windows below the tower, but sweeping the top of the astronomy tower is almost the same. Anthony said, Would you rather wash the windows or sweep the floor?

Pansy's expression told Anthony that she didn't want to choose either, but she said without hesitation: Sweep the floor, Professor.

Anthony nodded, turned the branch that blew from nowhere - or maybe it was thrown by the Whomping Willow himself - into a broom, and handed it to Pansy, who was trying to restrain her teeth from chattering.

Pansy seemed to be relieved, took the broom and started sweeping her and Anthony's feet.

She kept holding the broom and smearing it left and right on the ground, just waving it casually, as if the broom would help her eat the leaves, twigs, owl feathers and dust. Anthony, who was leaning against the door, had to remind her: It would be easier to sweep them into a corner and pile them up.

Pansy said confidently: I won't.

He saw it.

Anthony took the broom in her hand, swept it in a demonstration, and handed it back to her: Try again?

Pansy waved casually again and said, I can't.

Okay. Anthony said regretfully, Then let's clean the windows. I believe this guy has experience.

He didn't expect Pansy's face, which was already pale from the cold, to turn whiter. The pale-faced first-year man answered almost immediately: I'm sorry, Professor Anthony. I will learn.

She swept vigorously, and the broom made a squeaking sound on the ground. Rather than sweeping the floor, she might as well be brushing the astronomy tower's teeth.

Anthony looked at it for a long time and suddenly asked her: Why do you hate window cleaning so much?

Pansy didn't answer. The sound of the broom scraping against the ground subsided.

The confinement made you very uncomfortable last time? No. Anthony guessed, looking at her expression, You don't like windows? No. You particularly hate cleaning the windows of the Astronomy Tower?

Pansy's face turned pale and she pursed her lips tightly, as if a terrifying monster appeared in front of her, and she didn't know if it had noticed her.

I apologize if I just said something that scared you. Anthony said warmly, Are you afraid of heights, Parkinson?

Tears suddenly fell from Pansy's eyes. The cold and scared child stared at him tremblingly: I'm not afraid of heights!

Being afraid of heights is not a bad thing, Anthony said. Of course, I'm not saying it's a good thing, but there are always many things that are neither good nor bad. Being afraid of heights is one of them.

Pansy wiped her eyes quickly and gritted her teeth: I'm not afraid of heights.

Okay, Miss Parkinson, Anthony said.

…

Pansy cried harder and harder, and finally it was impossible to tell whether her trembling was because of the cold or because she was out of breath from crying.

Anthony sighed secretly, stepped forward to take the broom in her hand, and squatted down: Parkinson, it's okay.

You know nothing! Pansy cried, You - you - Muggle lover! I shouldn't - I can't - I'm not afraid of heights!

Why? Anthony asked puzzledly, Everyone has fear. Fear is a normal emotion.

Pansy took a deep breath: I should be worried about smearing the family's reputation. I should be worried about others ruining Slytherin's ethos. I should be worried about my inability to find a suitable husband. I should be worried about the continuation of the family. She said, her emotions Suddenly breaking down again, Not - not - afraid of heights! I - Draco - have always loved Quidditch!

Oh my God, Anthony whispered, Okay, okay, everyone has fears. I guarantee you, your parents, everyone in your family, all your classmates in college, everyone in school Everyone, faculty and staff, is afraid of something...less than high-sounding.”

Pansy sobbed, I acted like a - like a weak Muggle!

Because you are not that different from them, Parkinson. Anthony said seriously, Human beings have shared some emotions since birth. This is not only determined by our souls, but also by our flesh and blood. You are not Fighting fear alone – that’s what we all do.”

He felt a little relieved when he looked at the first-year Slytherin in front of him who was crying and his face was red.

She is not irredeemable, she has not been completely transformed into a so-called Slytherin - she still cries.

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