The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 310 Siona Sangster, Myrtle and Umbridge
After leaving the campus hospital, Anthony suddenly remembered that there was still a greeting card waiting for him. He passed by the students who were leaving the hall one after another, stood at the stairs and hesitated before deciding to avoid Lockhart's office.

The library was empty. Most of the students were immersed in the novel atmosphere of Valentine's Day celebrations. Only a few of them were still buried in surprisingly thick books, writing their papers anxiously and irritably. They glanced up as Anthony passed by, then lowered their heads without concern and continued writing furiously.

Anthony found a seat in the forbidden book area, took out the greeting card from his bag, sighed deeply, and opened it.

Inside the envelope made of parchment paper, there was a simple greeting card: white cardboard, colorful "Happy Valentine's Day" words, and a few hearts, just like one that would be placed on the magazine shelf next to the supermarket checkout counter. That kind of thing. No incense - very good, Anthony was slightly relieved.

He turned over the greeting card and immediately saw a large area of ​​densely packed words, and the handwriting looked familiar. He opened the parchment paper stuck to the bottom and looked at the signature.

The card was from Siona Sangster, a fifth-year Gryffindor girl. Anthony had to admit that he was not that impressed with her, except that she was a quiet and attentive student who seemed to do well on every test.

“Professor Anthony,” she began, “I’m writing this…I don’t know what I’m writing. It’s so stupid. But I’m going to write it anyway.

"I was supposed to be writing my Potions thesis, but Professor Snape ('Professor' was written in a long, narrow way, squeezed into the cracks, obviously added later) besides assigning a paper on Vitality Tonics In addition to the paper, let's list eleven uses for rat tails and explain why you can't replace the rat tails with lizard tails in your vitality tonic. I don't know.

"Professor McGonagall also assigned a lot of homework. I still don't understand what the disappearing spell is. Last week, I made my crow disappear, but this week no matter how hard I tried, it just refused to become Nothingness, or in other words, becomes everything. Maybe it still wants to be itself.

"Charms is better, and so is Herbology. I don't know what Defence Against the Dark Arts is all about, but I'm pretty sure I know how to catch a ghoul with a tea strainer now. I can write some iambic pentameter, too. I know how to make the air smell fresh - but that's for Charms. I've got 'Vatican Vampire-Veela Van' spelled, and I've learned 'Hard Barriers'. All in all, I believe I'm a Defence Against the Dark Arts master.

"Also, I bought this card at a Muggle discount store with the pounds I received from my internship. Do I get points for this?"

Myrtle's cries echoed from the walls, but she was nowhere to be seen. Anthony guessed she was in her favorite single toilet again.

Anthony quickly said: "If you want to talk, I'm always willing to listen. Who is laughing at you?"

He knocked on the door and went inside. Water gurgled out of the toilet where Myrtle was. Myrtle sobbed loudly, and a large spurt of water spurted out of the toilet. Anthony immediately hid behind the door and listened to the water splashing against the door and the wall.

"Everyone talks about how important OWLs are. Sometimes I think, what should I do if I don't get an OWLs certificate? What will happen to me? What if I oversleep and miss the exam time? ? What if my anti-cheat quill suddenly breaks and it thinks I'm cheating no matter what I write? What should I do if my grades aren't good enough and I can't choose the same improvement class as my friends?
"I know this all sounds ridiculous, but I'm really worried. Muggle Studies is probably the one I worry about the least, but sometimes I wonder if they'll ask me all the questions. Where. I still haven’t remembered the difference and application of alternating current and direct current. We will have a review class, right?”

"What happened?" Myrtle said sadly, "No, nothing, nothing happened, everything is exactly the same as before. People refused to let me go, secretly talking about me behind my back, and laughing at the ugly and pathetic peach. Jinniang - it's all the same as usual! I'm tortured, but no one cares!"

If Peeves hadn't screamed and suddenly flew in front of the camera, making faces, and Colin was so shocked that he sat on the ground holding the camera, they would have taken longer. But Colin needed to change his wizard robes and trousers.

Myrtle's cry paused for a moment. "Who are you?" she asked in a tearful voice.

After spending a few paragraphs talking about her worries and random thoughts about OWLs, she seemed to feel better and started talking about how much she liked Anthony.

In the wet corridor on the second floor, a large group of students gathered. Lockhart put his hand on one of them's shoulders, smiled brightly, and varied his angles and poses for Colin to take the picture. The student standing next to him had rosy cheeks and dreamy eyes.

"Good evening, Myrtle," Anthony said. "What happened?" He looked around the soaking wet bathroom. Water was everywhere, from the floor to the walls and even to the ceiling.

Anthony waited until Lockhart returned to his office and the chattering crowd dispersed, then he waded through the water and walked to the bathroom door. There was still no one in the washroom, and no one had bothered to light a light in the almost abandoned toilet, so everything was shrouded in darkness. The light in the corridor swayed in the water.

She said that every day when she went to Muggle Studies, she would feel looking forward to and happy; she said that she would sometimes run into Anthony in the corridor, and then she would feel lucky and happy, especially when he greeted her. ; she said she went to the library more often than before because she found herself running into Anthony at the library door; she mentioned how much she loved the cat she adopted (even if it jumped on her in the middle of the night woke her up in bed), described his plans to travel around the Muggle world during the holidays, and vowed that he would get an O in his OWLs and continue taking Muggle Studies in his senior year.

However, compared to a love letter, this is more like an ordinary letter.

Anthony turned on the lamp. Myrtle emerged from the toilet: "Oh, Professor Anthony."

She suddenly jumped into the air. The water in the toilet gushes out again and again.

Anthony couldn't help but smile.

At the end of the letter, she wrote: "Anyway, happy Valentine's Day, Professor Anthony. Thank you for reading what I wrote. Sincerely, Siona.

He stuffed the greeting card back into the envelope and put it in his bag. He passed by the students who were flipping the pages of books angrily, passed by the portraits of lovers rolling their eyes, and received a flying saucer with a whining sound - no The man was willing to admit that it was his own, so Anthony had to put it away - he was thinking about how he should reply to Miss Sangster, until he met Myrtle, who was crying and rushing across the corridor. Peeves cackles as he chases Myrtle through the water-spreading corridors, singing "Her voice makes me want to faint."

"Everyone!" Myrtle cried, "Everyone is laughing at me! Fat Myrtle, Ugly Myrtle, let's make a bet, will anyone give her a Valentine's Day gift? You "No? You said no?" Her figure swelled with each question, "You don't think so either?"

"What's the matter, Myrtle?" he asked loudly.

Anthony said, "Nobody's trying to bet on you, Myrtle."

"Ah, yes! Haha, it seems impossible to make that bet because no one would choose the impossible option! But I have ears! I know what people say! I know that sound they make outside the door Bad giggling, talking about Valentine's Day, deliberately trying to get me to hear-"

"Professor Lockhart has just held a small reader meeting at your door." Anthony said calmly, "I believe you are referring to that time. Professor Lockhart is here and gave him the hundredth A group photo of people sending Valentine's Day cards at school." Myrtle was quiet for a moment.

"A hundred!" she screamed. "A hundred!"

She dived into the toilet with a splash, made a huge splash, and disappeared. Anthony waited for a while, but the water didn't seem to subside.

Just as he was about to leave, Myrtle's head came out of the toilet seat.

"A hundred?" she asked. "Did he really receive a hundred?"

Anthony said, "Well... I guess so." He didn't count.

Myrtle was lying on the edge of the toilet, holding her acne-covered face, looking a little lost. The water gradually receded.

"Maybe I should continue to join the Lock Your Heart Club." She sniffed. "Professor Anthony, what do you think? Nick said he found it very useful."

Anthony said cautiously: "I don't know. I'm not in that club."

"Oh..." Myrtle said disappointedly, continuing to lie on the edge of the toilet, "I don't think this will be of any use. No one likes short and fat Myrtle! No one likes Myrtle the four-eyed dog. ! These people just like to make fun of me! "The water is flooding again.

Anthony said, "Don't pay any attention to them. You have friends, Myrtle. Nick and the Fat Friar care about you."

Myrtle said glumly, "Well, yes, I guess so. They're nice people." She seemed to think of something and started sobbing again, "But Peeves - Peeves -"

"Peeves is a chaos maker," Anthony affirmed. "He's not known for telling the truth. Myrtle, you know that better than I do."

"But what he says is true!" screamed Myrtle. "I am sullen, melancholy, sniveling, and annoying! I am an ugly creature!"

Anthony simply said: "Ignore him."

"He still - he still -" she burst into tears, "makes up weird songs to laugh at me!"

"What song?" Anthony asked.

Myrtle sang with a tearful voice: "Her appearance made my heart beat wildly, and her voice made me want to faint." She jumped up from the toilet, tears rolling down her eyes, "Oh, It was like finding—finding a booger-flavored Beebean, and I couldn’t stop screaming!”

"Well...actually..." Anthony said.

"Well, you think it's very appropriate, don't you?" Myrtle said angrily, dipping her head into the sewer pipe. The toilet made a gurgling sound like it was being flushed.

"Myrtle? Myrtle?" Anthony shouted to the toilet. no respond. Myrtle probably went to the other bathroom to relax.

At least the water is no longer overflowing. Anthony straightened up and prepared to return to his office, hoping that Myrtle would learn somewhere else in the castle who the song was dedicated to...a Valentine's Day greeting...he wasn't sure if Myrtle knew that this was it. After a Valentine's Day confession message, will she still want to receive blessings that much?

At this moment, the bathroom door was pushed open again. As if hearing the song Myrtle had just sung, Umbridge's face appeared behind the door.

She walked into the bathroom slowly, not holding the writing board in her hand, and her expression was a little strange. Almost sleepwalking, she stepped into the stagnant water in the depression and almost fell.

"Look out, Ms. Umbridge!" Anthony warned.

His voice seemed to startle Umbridge. She turned her head and her eyes fell on Anthony. For a brief moment, her expression seemed blank. The next moment, that fake smile was on her face again.

She looked left and right, taking in the dilapidated ceiling, the dilapidated sink, and the wet floor, and then glanced at Anthony suspiciously.

"What are you doing here, Professor Anthony?" Umbridge asked sweetly, "I mean, this is the girls' bathroom. I remember your office should be over there."

Her hand reached out to her side, as if she thought there should be a writing pad there, but missed it. So she folded her arms, tilted her head and smiled.

Anthony hesitated: "Repair the pipeline."

(End of this chapter)