The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The moonlight fell quietly on the corridor. Anthony took a deep breath of fresh air and looked back at Quirrell who climbed up the rope. Quirrell's wizarding robes had been cleaned, but there was still mud on his forehead and turban. He refused to clear his head.

Anthony completely understood, but was a little surprised that Quirrell felt the same way... Except for specific spells, most magics actually don't care where they hit. For them, the importance of the head and feet is Consistent.

He's trying to learn to see like a wizard, but his Muggle brain often has some ingrained ways of thinking - pointing a wand at the head is more dangerous than pointing at the feet, for example.

It's been a long night... let's go back. Anthony said quietly, restraining himself from coveting other people's souls. Unlike the basilisk, humans were kept out of his reach - not because he didn't want to eat something more delicious, but purely for his own sake.

Out of fear of losing control, he never allowed himself to peek into the souls of living people, so that he could not sense any souls at all. Just like what he once said to the skeleton cat, he always closes his eyes tightly, holds his breath, and refuses tempting foods... because humans should not eat humans.

But despite being as boring as unsalted meat, the basilisk's soul left him feeling quite satiated. He needed to find a place to digest it. He desperately wanted to get back to the office.

He hoped that when he returned to the office, his cat would already be there. He needs it. He needed to introduce the wraith rat to it, and he needed it to remind him that he was human.

Quirrell said: Are you—all right, Professor Anthony?

Anthony held his wand tightly, the light trembling at the tip of his wand, but quite steady.

The moon was bright and they didn't need magic to light their way, but Anthony relied on it to remind him. He must not slip into the abyss of necromancy...

Professor An-Anthony? Professor Quirrell stammered, reaching out his hand as if to push him.

Anthony immediately slapped his hand away before realizing what he had just done. He closed his eyes and made sure he was in good condition.

I'm sorry. Anthony shook his head and smiled, I guess I was a little scared.

Quirrell gave him a look of hidden concern. Anthony knew why.

After swallowing the basilisk, he had almost no body temperature.

The cold wind blew gently, bringing with it the soft cooing of owls in the distant owl loft. Anthony asked: What about you, Professor Quirrell, are you okay?

He remembered that Professor Quirrell was extremely nervous before facing the basilisk, so nervous that he felt strange... But he didn't have the energy to explore these things now... His mind was dizzy and he felt uncomfortable...

I-I'm fine, Quirrell said. I guess it's a-a happy ending. He chuckled nervously.

Anthony couldn't help but smile and said with certainty: Yes, this is a good ending.

The basilisk is solved, Quirrell is fine, he has an extra pet... and Snape gets a dead basilisk. Everyone was quite satisfied.

Before opening the office door, Anthony reminded: Campus hospital, Professor Quirrell. We are employees and have the right to use these... employee benefits... He shook his head, too lazy to care about Quirrell anymore, See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow, Quirrell said. And, thank you.

Under the light of the first quarter moon, his face was extremely pale.

…

Finally, Anthony stepped into the office door. The light in the room was warm and peaceful, and the somewhat messy desk was reflected in the window, just like he saw every time he came back.

He breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door, and lay down on the floor, not even bothering to move himself to the bedroom.

He was dizzy and dazed, as if he was drunk... He seemed to spread himself out and liberated himself from the cramped body... He walked around the Daily Prophet thrown on the table and climbed up My own office, flowing comfortably into the porcelain cup with a little black tea left...

Suddenly, everything fell apart.

He was floating in a black river... no, he was part of the river. Just like in his countless nightmares, he floated silently, dissolving into these flowing solids. The waves were rough, but it was dead quiet.

He just drifted like this, drifting with great peace in his heart, knowing that there would be a waterfall at the end. Under the waterfall, everything is unknown, but he will get there. In fact, part of him has flowed down, because he is the river, he fills the river, and the river fills him...

Then the scene changed again.

He was no longer in a dark river, but in a clear, clean lake. The girl who was pushed to the shore by him was unconscious. The people who were standing on the shore watching her struggle now turned to watch his struggle.

But he didn’t know why he couldn’t float. He shouldn’t have been unable to float. He learned how to swim and how to save people correctly...

There was a white light before his eyes.

Then he realized it was because his friend was smiling and dazzling his eyes with a mirror. Seeing that he discovered it, his friend proudly showed him the mirror in his hand, which was taken from his mother's makeup bag. For fun - they said they were testing the reflection the teacher talked about in class - they seriously drew angles and stood at different distances holding mirrors.

A pebble appeared at his friend's feet. The friend laughed and shook the mirror... The water surface was sparkling and the sun was warm... Anthony dropped the cardboard in his hand and ran to the lake... He stretched out his hand, only regretting that he was not tall enough. , his hands were not long enough, he couldn't catch it... He shouted for help and shouted, but no one heard...

Suddenly, a crying man collapsed in front of him.

Anthony knew him, this was Mr. Wright, he was in charge of various things here and there in the community, or something like that. Anthony had no idea what role Mr. White actually played in the community.

Mr. Wright smelled very delicious... No, Anthony didn't remember who he was at that time, he just came out of the coffin and thought this man smelled delicious... like a piece of cake, a piece of bread, very sweet, for sure It can temporarily satisfy his appetite...

No.

No. Anthony suddenly remembered who he was.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was still lying on the ground, still trapped in this narrow body. His hallucination came from the basilisk. After devouring its soul, he could naturally live in its body, so he did so instinctively. Undead magic took advantage of this, trying to mess up his memories - the memories he relied on to grow up.

He didn't expect the basilisk soul to be so powerful. According to the records, the role of the non-human soul should be much smaller than that of the human soul.

Thank you for the tip, please eat the basilisk soul (?): (sorted in chronological order)

All Day Wandering (100 points), Book Friends 20220710154227718 (100 points), Sakura's Powerful Knight (2 points), Strange Knight (100 points), Why Can't It Be a Beautiful Thing (2 points), Mayne (14 points) , You Guan (100 points), Investigator No. 7 Freddy (2 points), Book Friend 20211127233006905 (100 points), Alejous Soud’s Pen (2 points), Autumn Water Does Not Last Forever (100 points), Book Friend 161106111552601 (8 points), Book Friends 20220316180605396 (231 points), Did Black work overtime today (1500 points), Wonderful Explorer (100 points), Book Friends 20211127233006905 (106 points), momouzi (500 points), Book Friends 20220503094403371 ( 100 points)