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HP: The Necromancer

One ordinary day at the supermarket, a cashier was surprised when a peculiarly dressed man appeared at his door. The man inquired about why he hadn't responded to a letter from the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic. ------- Note: Other than translation, everything belongs to the original author

keep_smiling29 · Bücher und Literatur
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A day when we keep running into Weasley

Perhaps because he spent too much time thinking about the soul and death the day before, Anthony fell into a nightmare again.

The second before he was woken up by the cat's severe scratch, he was still floating on the black river.

"Thanks," he muttered, rubbing his eyes and looking down at the healing wounds on his arms and chest.

As he sat up, his cat unceremoniously jumped on the pillow, stepped on it in a circle, and lay down defiantly. Anthony ignored it and went to wash himself. This cat doesn't shed hair anyway.

When he came out of the bathroom, he found that the cat had fallen asleep on the pillow. Anthony stared for a while, then packed up his things to finish breakfast and go to the library to spend the day. He needed to be with someone today.

After walking around the bookshelf, the pile of books in front of my seat was already a bit scary. Anthony opened his notebook, determined to read this today.

In order to rest, he mostly took books related to Muggle studies - he read books in this area faster and faster, and sometimes he could guess the core argument just by seeing the title and author. The ones he specially picked today were all authors he knew.

The morning light passed through the library window and stayed on his desktop. As the sun gradually rose, the light spots slowly spread out, sliding down to the ground along the shadows of the stacks of books, making the dust on the floor shine with golden light.

There are gradually more and more people in the library. As soon as Anthony moved himself to the corner, two junior students hurriedly sat down opposite him.

"Come on, Seamus, Hermione won't let me copy this time," one student said.

Anthony glanced at him among the books. Ron Weasley, Potter's friend often mentioned by the professor, had the same red hair as his brothers.

The student known as Seamus threw the book in his arms on the table and rummaged irritably: "Don't rush me, I haven't written it yet. Where is Harry?"

"He didn't write it either," Ron said, "but Wood said that as long as Harry goes to train, he will give him all his first-year potions papers."

"But isn't Wood's potion P?"

"It's A." Ron said gloomily. "We asked Fred and George."

Seamus was silent for a while, and then suddenly shouted: "Here! I found it!" Mrs. Pince looked over alertly, and Seamus and Ron quickly covered their mouths.

"Here, here." Seamus whispered, "Here are twelve uses. Let's copy them separately, otherwise Snape will definitely find out."

Ron nodded: "You copy one, three, five, and I'll copy two, four, six."

This corner is quiet again. In addition to the sound of the wind outside the window and the footsteps of students walking in the distance, there was only the rustling sound of the quill quickly rubbing against the parchment - the friction sounded too fast. Anthony glanced at it, and Ron's words almost broke through the parchment. , flew to the desktop.

He lowered his head and continued reading. The book in my hand tells how Muggles abuse magical children. The author firmly believes that the international law of secrecy cannot be abolished, and even recommends that once children are found to show magical talents, they should be accepted into a completely closed magical community.

Anthony thoughtfully recorded this idea in his notebook. He hadn't thought about it from this perspective.

"I've had enough of Snape's papers," Ron complained. "I want a holiday."

"What are your plans for Christmas?" Seamus asked in a low voice while copying.

Anthony knows the answer to this question. His pen pal, Arthur Weasley, had written to him not long ago asking if he wanted any Romanian specialties. He said in the letter that they planned to visit Weasley at Christmas, who was studying fire dragons after graduation, and would leave Ron and the twin brothers at school.

Ron thought for a moment: "Probably detention, just with Harry."

"That's nice," Seamus said. "Dean and I are going home, and Neville should be too. You two can sleep in five beds."

"Just wait, we'll jump from bed to bed like two Christmas bludgers." Ron muttered. "Speaking of which, Neville doesn't seem to have to hand in his paper this time."

Seamus said: "He's injured. Hey, what did Slytherin do to make Neville so happy recently?"

"I would be so happy if Slytherin's hourglass bottomed out because of me." Ron said sadly, "That Anthony was not cursed to death by Snape. I think he should be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "

After a while, Ron and Seamus finished copying the paragraph.

Ron measured the length of the paper: "There's still half of it."

Simo also measured it: "Me too, if I had known I would have written it in bigger words. I also need to explain the principle of the order in which materials are added... Where can I find this?"

"We need it in the afternoon. It's too late. Come on, I'll copy yours and you copy mine." Ron said bravely, "If you mess up the order, I don't believe Snape can tell."

Seamus nodded: "Even so, it's impossible for him to read every article carefully."

Anthony looked over again curiously. He saw with his own eyes that Ron copied the "Lionfish vertebrae" in the book into "The Scorpionback vertebrae", and then Seamus copied it into "The Mourning Scorpionback vertebrae". He decided not to remind them.

After a while Ron spotted Anthony, and he poked Seamus' elbow to indicate to him that the professor was sitting over there. The two quietly packed up their things and tiptoed to change seats.

Time passed unconsciously, and when he woke up, he had missed lunch time.

Anthony thought about it and decided to go to the school kitchen to find something to eat. The school elves were already busy and he wasn't going to add too much extra work to them.

He came to the kitchen under the Disillusionment Curse, and as soon as he opened the door, he found that someone had gotten in first.

Apparently, he wasn't the only one planning to eat lunch in the afternoon. The Weasley twins and their friend - whose last name Anthony remembered was Jordan - were sitting at the kitchen table, laughing and joking, with two large plates of French fries and pork chops in front of them.

"Praise to the Hogwarts elves! I'm so happy to move out of the bathroom." One of the Weasley brothers said while cutting a pork chop. "But everything in this room is good, except that there is no food."

"Gamp's basic law of transformation. I hate it," said another.

"Come on, you can overturn this damn law." Jordan encouraged.

"Can we?"

"Hey, of course we can." Weasley said, squeezing lemon onto his pork chops, "Every day we can overturn the seven laws in our dreams."

Anthony showed himself: "Good afternoon, ambitious gentlemen. Coco, if you can bring me a plate of chips like that...oh, thank you. Ketchup, that's great."

The three students in the kitchen stared at him.

Anthony shook his head: "Eating is not against school rules. Don't let me disturb your interest... Can anyone tell me which room are you talking about?"