Restricted Book Area

The next day in the staff lounge, Anthony asked: "Do you know the Myrtle in the girls' bathroom?"

"I know that ghost. What's wrong?" Professor Burbage took the snack plate handed to her by Professor Flitwick, "Oh, Honeydukes' coconut sorbet! Where did you get it?"

"I confiscated it." Professor Flitwick said with a smile. "Slytherin Malfoy obviously feels that the school lunch is not rich enough." He laughed at Professor Burbage's horrified expression.

Professor Sprout nodded: What happened to Myrtle?" she asked Anthony.

"Don't you know? Professor Anthony's office was flooded." Professor Flitwick said.

"What?" Professor Burbage exclaimed.

"Oh my god, Myrtle is having a tantrum again? I think I did hear the students talking about that. But they are all complaining that Peeves is trying to drown everyone's papers." Professor Sprout sympathized. Say, "I hope your office is okay right now."

"There's nothing wrong with the office." Anthony said, "What I want to ask is, do you know how Myrtle died?"

Professor Flitwick frowned: "She should be a Ravenclaw student, but I hadn't joined the job at that time." He shook his head, "You may have to ask the principal or Minerva."

"She told me that she was crying that day, and suddenly a boy came in with a pair of huge yellow eyes, and then she died." Anthony said confused, "What kind of magic is this?"

"A boy with huge yellow eyes?" Professor Burbage asked doubtfully, "Scrimgeour?"

Professor Sprout patted her and told her to stop joking: "It sounds like someone brought magical animals to the school. Oh..." Her expression became very subtle for a moment and she refused to continue.

"It may also be some disguised magic. Keeping your opponent ignorant is your greatest advantage. Many duel masters have their own methods of camouflage and anti-camouflage." Professor Flitwick said.

"Disguise?" Professor Burbage asked.

Professor Flitwick took a bite of the coconut sorbet: "I remember that Tonks actually got an O in her O.W.Ls magic spell because she successfully tricked the examiner into thinking she was a student who had already passed the exam, and she sneaked up on him while the examiner wasn't paying attention. I only found out when he came over and asked me what exactly I taught the students. I promised not to tell his name."

He looked at Anthony's confused brow and suggested, "If you really want to know what that is, Minerva probably knows. She should be in the office."

Professor Sprout said: "But she has been busy with the Gryffindor Quidditch team selection recently. Oliver came to see her eight times a day, and she didn't even have time to come over for tea."

"She's always busy," said Professor Burbage sympathetically. "I suggest you check it out in the library, Henry. It never hurts to read more."

"That's right." Professor Flitwick agreed.

…

Anthony greeted Mrs. Pince, passed by students writing papers in twos and threes, and went straight to the restricted book area.

He rarely goes near the dark magic books in the restricted area. He knew how much he weighed and was not prepared to challenge the dark arts with his magical knowledge base, which was not as loose as a Hogwarts graduate. On the other hand, unlike Professor Quirrell, as a professor of Muggle Studies, he rarely needs to use dark magic books as reference materials.

Professor Quirrell was not here this time, but he met Snape.

Snape was holding a purple-covered book, standing in front of the bookshelf and flipping through the lines quickly. The illustration on a certain page suddenly oozed dark purple ink, almost flowing onto his hand. He sneered and tapped the page with his wand, put the restored book back on the shelf, and found Anthony walking over.

Snape raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "Professor Anthony, it's a...surprise to see you here."

Anthony had a vague suspicion that Dumbledore might have told Snape his identity. He didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking. If a dark wizard were to be elected from the teaching bench at Hogwarts, Snape would definitely be elected with a high vote.

This man almost wrote "I love dark magic" on his forehead covered by greasy black hair.

"You too." He responded politely and walked to the bookshelf. "Excuse me."

Snape stood aside in silence, watching with interest as Anthony had his index finger bitten by the "Dark Creatures Manual". Anthony pulled his hand out harshly, stared at the wound on his hand for a while, and decided not to care about it.

He couldn't heal a wound with Snape standing next to him, even though self-healing was almost an instinctive spell of his.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Snape asked falsely.

"Of course, you are so kind." Anthony waved his hand, "You must have heard of some black magic related to yellow eyes, Professor Snape? It's similar to a big cat, but it won't damage the body."

Snape recommended the Poison Panther to him and laughed at his knowledge of magic.

…

After Snape left, Anthony sat down and read the Venom Leopard's information for a long time. This extremely dangerous beast with a poisonous breath and a leopard-like shape did indeed fit all of Anthony's descriptions. The only problem was that he could not imagine who could bring such a creature from East Africa to Myrtle.

He sighed and walked to the restricted book section and stuffed the book back into the bookshelf.

A notebook suddenly caught his eye. It was a very ordinary notebook with a brown hardcover as if a student accidentally inserted his notebook in the bookshelf and forgot to come back to pick it up. But that notebook exuded a certain familiar aura, which attracted Anthony to see it at first glance.

He reached out and pulled out the notebook.

"Experimental Record"

"The difference between fresh pig bones and human bones. Materials: Pig 1 (198 pounds), Pig 2 (107 pounds), Pig 3 (176 pounds), Human 1 (152 pounds), Human 2 (134 pounds), Human 3 ( 161 pounds). Bone weight:…"

Anthony understood where his sense of familiarity came from. This notebook exudes the same aura as his skeleton cat and wraith chicken, a kind of terror that does not belong to the living.

He summoned the notebook as if summoning an undead spirit from nowhere. This also explains why no one took away this dangerous notebook - it was cleverly hidden in the gap between life and death, and only those who could step into the gap would reach out and take it out.

This is a necromancer's notebook.