The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

At least from Snape's answers just now - whether there were incorrect answers mixed in or not - Anthony could tell that these materials did not contain any dangerous dark magic. He acquiesced: How to judge?

The method of preservation. Of course, you can't understand it. When it came to Slytherin, Snape was obviously paying a lot of attention to it. Which student was doing some after-school tutoring, and was being taught by the dedicated Muggle Studies professor (he has this title) (emphasis added) as a research topic?

Anthony said, Name by name, Snape. Tell me what potion it is and I'll tell you who it is.

I don't expect you to understand the subtle meaning of the ratios, but even you should understand that you can't tell what potion it is from the ingredients list alone, right? Snape hissed, Tell me who it is, Anthony.

Then a list of possible potions, Anthony insisted, and I'll give you a name, I promise.

You promise? Why didn't you say the name first? Snape asked coldly.

Anthony's eyes roamed between him and himself, and he shrugged, suggesting that he compare the credibility of the two.

Snape's expression became even more ugly. He said coldly: If you knew the amount of work behind this... simple permutation...

Anthony did not give a direct answer, but instead took out an empty glass bottle: Actually, I stored some of the residual smell...

But he gave up the idea as soon as he discovered that Snape was brewing the potion. He didn't expect Snape to be able to smell what it was in the office full of potion smell.

Snape snatched the small bottle, uncorked it, put it under his aquiline nose and sniffed vigorously, and said with a satisfied look, Deliever.

Deliver?

Anxiety relief and stuff like that... failed you, not prohibited at all, Anthony.

Anthony frowned. Does Tracy already need to be stabilized on this drug?

Name, Snape reminded him, but no longer looked concerned. He put the potion into the crystal bottle with a long silver spoon and examined it by the candlelight.

Anthony said: Tracy Davis... I think she has not been doing well recently. She seems to be brewing her own medicine. Pay more attention, okay? He shook his head helplessly, Your college... ... Very tricky. Davis might need help.

Snape turned his head and raised his eyebrows: I don't know what you are talking about. In my opinion, Miss Davis takes good care of herself.

Anthony said in surprise: She is making her own medicine to relieve anxiety. You call this 'pretty good'?

Snape also pretended to be surprised: Why, didn't she find a way to solve her emotional problem?

Anthony said: That is not an emotional issue, Snape. If you allow me to be honest, whether it is from the perspective of society, family or classmates - in the same house or different houses - many students in your college have suffered They feel the pressure of not being of their age. What's wrong with Davis? She's a half-blood, and she's not valued at home. For this reason, a first-year pureblood can-

Snape interrupted: Come on, Antony, don't act like you know Slytherin.

I may not understand Slytherin. Anthony said without giving in, But I know this is dangerous.

Danger? Snape said in a smooth tone, I can't see it, Professor Anthony. Everyone is alive and well. Doesn't that meet your requirements?

Anthony sighed: Yes, living is important, but we can try to do better. I hope they can still be alive in the future. If you must let me make it clear, I am a little worried if this trend develops. Your students will either commit suicide or commit murder.

I'm sorry, you're not blaming me, are you? Snape said, Want to know the mortality rate of Slytherin before I took office? Guess the mortality rate since I became Head of House?

Sorry, I spoke harshly. Anthony immediately apologized, I just... I think I understand what a normal childhood should be like.

Snape narrowed his eyes: Very confident, aren't you? He said softly word by word, barely moving his lips, You - don't - understand - anything -

He suddenly put the crystal bottle on the table and said viciously: What is a normal childhood like? Your mother sings lullabies to lull you to sleep? Or is there a tooth fairy flying around? What do you think Hogwarts is? place?

Hogwarts is a school, the only magic school in the UK! Anthony said. Besides, it is also a boarding school. It accommodates children from eleven to seventeen years old, almost alone. The most important time in growing up. If students can’t be sheltered here, where else should they turn for help?”

They're going to ask themselves for help. Snape said dangerously. You think you're doing a good thing, don't you? Protect all the chicks like a hen... I tell you, Anthony, what you're doing here is... Letling doesn't work. We're predators. If you don't want to get devoured, you'd better adapt as quickly as possible...I don't see anything wrong with Davis.

Anthony said slowly: I'm curious if you really think so... He suddenly remembered something, You have been to Kevin's house, Kevin Jones, right? The new students of Hogwarts next year? Look at Kevin, Snape, that was a normal childhood.

Snape apparently remembered who he was talking about. He sneered: That's not normal, Anthony, that's just a lucky childhood.

Anthony frowned at him. For some reason, Snape sounded almost hateful and jealous.

Snape said angrily: Of course, this is normal for you...I can see it. Gentle and considerate parents, right? They will try their best to support and help you in everything. When something happens, just go home and roll around, and then Wake up and have it all figured out... How arrogant, Anthony, how arrogant.”

The words seemed to have been stuck in his throat for a long time. It was as if he had vomited them up. The viscous liquid in the half-empty cauldron beside him gurgled over a small fire, transforming into an ominous mixture of dark blue and purple. Snape cursed under his breath and knocked the cauldron roughly, emptying it.

Anthony was silent. Even though it might be different from what Snape thought, he did think that his childhood was happy. Despite the early death of his parents, his grandparents did the best they could.

He has no reason not to believe that he is happy.