The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 355 Before departure, packing and Quidditch
In the morning, the drizzle that had been falling all night finally stopped. The enchanted ceiling showed the blue, clear sky outside. Students came into the auditorium one after another, happily discussing the upcoming weekend. Anthony sat in the staff seat, absent-mindedly poking the mashed potatoes in front of him with a fork.

Almost in the last second, he was still angry with Professor Bubbage about the Muggle-born students' test scores being affected. In the next second, he heard that he became a Unspoken, then Umbridge left, and then Dumbledore suggested that he go to Albania to find Voldemort. All this happened too suddenly, and he hadn't figured out how to pack his luggage. Of course he would bring his pets, but maybe he would need the magic tent... It's not that he couldn't accept sleeping in the wild, but having a bed would make it easier for him to know where he was after waking up in the middle of the night. To be honest, even if he just thought about it, he didn't have a very good feeling about waking up from the branches and the soil... It felt like he had dug up the grave again...

"Are you all right, Henry?" Professor Sprout asked concernedly, reaching over to him for a few slices of fried bacon.

"Me?" Anthony was suddenly awakened. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Pomona."

Professor Sprout said, "Don't tell me you're worried about Quidditch too."

"Quidditch?"

"Tomorrow is the match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw!" Professor Sprout said in surprise, "Don't you know? Gryffindor and Slytherin have both won two games so far, but if Gryffindor defeats Ravenclaw tomorrow, they will get the Quidditch Cup. Am I right, Minerva?"

"Exactly. Besides, I'm not worried. At least not anymore." Professor McGonagall raised her voice slightly. "Severus - oh, he's not here."

Professor Sprout said with amusement: "I remember you and Severus said that before the ownership of the trophy was determined, complacency and stupidity were basically the same thing."

Professor McGonagall said haughtily, "I just wanted to tell him that Dolores's departure was perfectly timed to ensure that both of Gryffindor's Beaters were on the pitch... provided they didn't give themselves another detention."

She lowered her voice when she said the second half of the sentence, and looked sternly at the two red heads who were whispering together at the Gryffindor table. Wood patted the Weasley twins on the shoulder, whispering something, while glancing at Madam Hooch in the staff seat. Suddenly, he seemed to notice that Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout and Anthony were all looking at them. He looked at Professor McGonagall's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally sat back in his seat with some confusion and reluctance, and began to spread butter on his bread without saying a word.

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The morning of the next day passed quickly: I sorted out my belongings, packed my luggage simply, went to Mr. Ollivander in Diagon Alley to have my wand serviced, went to Baraboo in the herbalist's shop to buy some gillyweed just in case, went to Davis-Bans's magical supplies store in Hogsmeade Village to inquire about the function and price of tents, and also inquired about the price of sleeping bags.

At about eleven o'clock, he walked out of the store holding a very comfortable, waterproof and windproof sleeping bag.

He finally bought it at a 5% discount because when he walked near a certain shelf, a dozen antenna-like things inserted in the gaps suddenly began to buzz and vibrate, and several strange-looking things suddenly flashed red and rotated. The owner complained about stuffing those ridiculously expensive things on the top of the shelf ("They are too sensitive and they are a bit old."), and apologized to the customers who looked around ("Of course it's not dark magic, otherwise other secret detectors and peepholes would react! Look, this is the latest version of the peephole that has passed all magic tests. The strikers of the Magical Law Enforcement Team are using this..."). After one of the customers recognized Anthony as a professor at Hogwarts, the owner's tone suddenly became relaxed and cheerful, and he insisted on discounting everything Anthony liked to make up for the possible shock.

After ticking off everything on his shopping list, he ate at a nearby bistro before returning to Hogwarts. As soon as he stepped onto the lawn, he ran into a large group of people returning from the stadium, talking and laughing. The red banner of Gryffindor flew high in the air, and the golden lion shone brightly in the sun.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief on his shoulders as a large hand lifted up the backpack containing gilly grass, a sleeping bag and white wine for him.

"Henry, where have you been?"

Anthony turned around happily: "Good afternoon, Hagrid." "Where have you been?" Hagrid smiled at him, "You missed the most exciting Quidditch game this year! Harry hung upside down on the broom and caught the Golden Snitch! The figure 8 he flew in the middle was also very beautiful, just enough to avoid the Bludger. Oh, by the way! The twins are great too - they never let the Bludger have any time to rest!"

"sounds good."

"Good? It's great! Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup!" said Hagrid beamingly. "Oi, there's Harry!"

Harry was standing at the castle gate, surrounded by his classmates, and it seemed that he had not had time to change his jersey. Someone seemed to say something, and the crowd briefly dispersed, revealing Wood beside Harry, his face flushed with excitement, his eyes shining as if he was drunk, patting Harry on the back and ruffling his messy hair. Soon after, the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team also gathered around. Filch stood by the oak door, watching them gloomily.

Colin ran in front of everyone and raised his camera - "Gryffindor!" Wood shouted - "Gryffindor!" the classmates next to him shouted - flash - "We did it!" Wood shouted - "We did it!" - flash - "Boys and girls, after so many days, these efforts have finally paid off..." - "Stop talking nonsense!" the twins shouted, pushing Wood aside and hugging Harry - flash - Angelina put her arm around Katie's shoulders and poked the Weasley twins on the back with the broom handle, her face full of smiles.

"This will make a great picture," a voice said next to Anthony.

Anthony turned his head: "Minerva?"

"Albus wants you to go to the Headmaster's office when you are free, but not now. I need to take Mr. Potter there first." Professor McGonagall said, still standing there, folding her arms and looking at the Gryffindor team members with a satisfied look on her face.

"Harry? Why?" Hagrid asked.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Hagrid and hesitated: "Sirius is here."

"Sirius!" boomed Hagrid.

"Shh!"

Hagrid tried to lower his voice, but couldn't suppress the smile that broke out: "Sirius! Professor McGonagall, do you want me to call Harry over?"

"No, thank you, Hagrid. I'll go find Potter in a moment."

"Are you waiting for something, Minerva?" asked Anthony.

A quick smile crossed Professor McGonagall's face: "Wait until the celebration is over."

(End of this chapter)