The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 301 White Wine and Tea
Anthony returned to the office and put the lesson plan back on the table. He walked to the bedroom and found the transfiguration information given to him by Professor McGonagall in the drawer of the bedside table. He also saw the wraith mouse sticking its head out of the chandelier that swayed slightly above his head.

"Good morning, Rat," said Anthony. He is very used to seeing his pets in various places.

The mouse squeaked and retracted its head. Anthony opened the closet and, as expected, found a snoozing Wraith Chicken in his shirt. He closed the cabinet door, returned to the office with the information, and immersed himself in reading about what you need to pay attention to when turning an owl into a small telescope.

"Even if the deformation is successful, you need to be careful not to hold the telescope upside down when checking it..." Here is an illustration demonstrating the correct posture, "Not only because the telescope should be used like this, but also to avoid having your eyes pecked out by an owl when the deformation fails. ”

Anthony turned back and saw Transfiguration exercises such as turning rabbits into pillows and squirrels into brushes. He looked around the office and found no owl, rabbit or squirrel, only a ginger cat curled up sleeping on his left side. Anthony put down the information and reached out to touch the cat. The sleeping cat quickly hugged his hand, opened its mouth and bit it.

"Hey!" Anthony protested.

The cat opened its yellow eyes and glanced at him, then reluctantly relaxed. Anthony took out Roger the old snake from the drawer and played with the cat who had just woken up. It didn't seem to have calmed down yet. It lay on the table and lazily played with Roger's old snake a few times with its paws. Then it stood up and stretched, jumped off the table without interest, and began to sharpen its claws with Anthony's chair legs. .

Just as its front paws were about to hook onto the chair, Anthony suddenly remembered: "By the way, Professor Lockhart said he heard you losing your temper."

The cat scratched the chair intently, making a rattling sound.

Anthony looked down for a moment, sighed, stood up, and walked to the cabinet. When he used the levitating spell to take down the bottles of white wine, the cat's movements suddenly slowed down.

Anthony turned his head and took a look. The cat immediately began to sharpen its claws viciously again and made all kinds of unpleasant sounds.

He laughed, opened the wine bottle, squatted down and poured half of the food bowl into the cat's food bowl: "Come on, cat."

The cat still put its two front paws on the chair and turned its head to look in his direction critically.

"Don't be angry, okay?" Anthony said, "Come here, Kitty, I apologize."

The ginger cat hesitated for a moment, then let go of the weathered chair and trotted over to Anthony's side. He lowered his head and sniffed the white wine in the basin, almost burying his nose in it. Anthony looked up to make sure the door was locked and transformed it back into its skeleton cat form.

Although the cat still maintained a little reserve under the cover of fur, when it turned back into a skeleton, the two blazing soul fires in its eyes betrayed how impatient it was. It almost immediately set the white wine in front of it on fire, while enjoying soaking its pale mandibles and sharp teeth in the wine.

When Anthony put his hand on its spine, the skeleton cat arched its back slightly, flicked its tail, and stopped trying to bite him.

Anthony smiled: "Okay, have we reconciled?"

The skeleton cat ignored him.

"We've made up," Anthony said contentedly, sitting down next to the cat's food bowl, which was glowing with fire.

After a while, he said, "You know, Kitty, I don't think Ms. Umbridge looks like someone who would like undead pets."

The skeleton cat finally turned its head in his direction.

Anthony squeezed its bones absentmindedly: "I heard that she is already threatening Professor Kettleburn with the Chimera... Oh, Hagrid!" He suddenly remembered that Hagrid should still be preparing the Chimera. The animal breeding license assessment, and I have begun to suspect that Umbridge will make some comments about this.

"I plan to visit Hagrid in the afternoon. After lunch." Anthony said. He didn't have much interest in Hagrid's rock cake dipping in the soup for the time being. "Do you want to come with me?"

The skeleton cat turned back without interest and buried more bones in the food bowl. Its soul fire burned steadily, enjoying the white wine. Anthony admitted: "I think so. Yaya is a good dog, kitty, don't scare him."

……

In the afternoon, the weather was still terrible. There were iron-gray clouds in the sky, and a cold wind blew out from every corner. Everything was gray, as if it was going to snow again. There was almost no one hanging out outside the castle, just groups of students returning from the greenhouse. Their steps were all a little more eager than usual, and the soft armchairs and the drowsy crackle of the fire beside the fire were more inviting than ever.

Anthony walked along the path towards Hagrid's hut. The snow that once covered the pumpkin patch had melted away, leaving only the dark brown soil exposed in the dim sunlight. Between the dark Forbidden Forest and the pumpkin patch, stood Hagrid's small wooden house with warm firelight and smoke.

After getting closer, he could hear Hagrid's footsteps walking around the room, and from time to time there was the sound of drawers opening and closing, as if he was rummaging for something. Fang screamed excitedly after Anthony approached, and Hagrid's movement in the room stopped.

Anthony knocked on the door.

"Who?" Hagrid asked gruffly, "Harry? Henry?" He opened the door with a creak, revealing his thickly bearded face.

Anthony smiled at him: "It's me." Yaya squeezed his head out from beside Hagrid, purring and wanted to rush up to lick him, but Hagrid stopped him.

"Oh, Henry," Hagrid said, looking relieved. "Stand back, Fang, stand back!" He opened the door to make a gap.

Anthony squeezed in and asked curiously: "Are you waiting for someone?"

"No, no..." Hagrid said, "I just think... maybe..."

"Who are you waiting for?" Anthony asked, "Mr. Potter? - Fang!" The big black hound jumped on him and almost washed his face with saliva. Anthony supported Fang's weight, scratched its head, and tried to put its two front paws back on the ground.

Hagrid said: "Of course not, Harry and the others still have classes!" He grabbed Fang's collar with his hand and pulled it away.

"Then who are you waiting for?" Anthony became even more curious.

He walked over to the table and cupboards, looking at the parchments and several open books scattered about them. Most of the parchments were blank, a few had "Hogwarts Zoo" or "Hogwarts Magical Zoo" written on them, and the rest of the parchments mostly just had a few large dots of ink.

"I'm waiting for Professor Kettleburn. I sent him an owl," said Hagrid, tinkling a cup of tea for Anthony. "Or Harry, Ron and Hermione, if they don't actually have to go to class. "You must already know that Professor McGonagall agreed to our proposal to build a zoo. However, she said that we should write a plan - or a plan - or a report - or something like that." He scratched his head and said, "I don't know what to write at all."

He turned his head and glanced at Anthony twice: "Henry, do you know how to write?"

"I don't know," Anthony said quickly. He had never considered opening a zoo.

"Okay." Hagrid said disappointedly, putting the teacup in front of Anthony, "Then I'll think about it again..."

Anthony said, "What do you need to think about?"

"Name!" Hagrid said seriously, "Which one is better, Henry? The Magical Zoo, the Hogwarts Magical Zoo, or the super magical Magical Zoo?"

(End of this chapter)