The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 70 Death Hope and Unlucky Ghost

The aroma of black tea and biscuits filled the principal's office.Under Fox's watchful eyes, Dumbledore told Anthony that the magic of creating bodies still belongs to dark magic, and it is a relatively unpopular branch of black magic.He gave Anthony a few keywords and told him to be careful.

"I want to believe you, Henry. But please don't go too far on that deep and beautiful path..." Dumbledore sighed, "As far as I know, like death, it is also a road that is difficult to turn back. . The passion for life and the fear of death, sometimes it is difficult for me to distinguish them... Maybe when you reach the end, you will find that they are just two adjacent paths in the woods, leading to the same lake."

"It's not impossible." Anthony said, thinking of the silent black river that always flows in his dreams. "I wonder what the end is like. I haven't seen the end yet."

Dumbledore asked: "I beg you to forgive me for being presumptuous, Henry. This is just a sudden curiosity. You don't need to answer it at all... What is death like?"

Anthony was silent for a moment.

On the huge cabinet, Fox stopped combing his feathers and turned to look at him.Outside the window, ice and snow covered the gray mountains, as if they would never melt.An owl flew hurriedly from a distance, carrying a letter home from someone unknown.

The couple walked hand in hand by the Black Lake, and the cold wind made their faces, ears, and noses turn red.The jubilant students celebrated Gryffindor's victory and jumped on the still wet ground.Filch stood guard outside the door, looking at everyone's shoe soles maliciously, ignoring that Peeves had hung a leather shoe over his head.

"Do you really want to hear me talk about death, Professor?" asked the resurrected necromancer.

Even the silver instruments in the principal's office that had always made a soft buzzing sound were silent at this moment, and the smoke emitted hung hesitantly in the air.Time seems to be distorted, because death is something that is separated from time——

"No," said Dumbledore, "No, I'm sorry."

"It's not that I don't want to say it," Anthony said, "I'm just making sure you really want to hear it."

Dumbledore took off his glasses from his crooked nose and wiped them carefully.He said firmly: "No, don't open presents before Christmas, don't blow out candles before birthdays. You're right, Henry, thank you."

"It's nothing, people are curious," Anthony said.

He himself was curious... before he died.In fact, Dumbledore's ability to reject this temptation so quickly and resolutely exceeded his expectations.

Dumbledore smiled and said: "Then let me keep this curiosity until the answer comes to me. I hope it is satisfactory."

"I can't guarantee it." Anthony also laughed. "What I can tell you is that death is not the end of everything."

Dumbledore said: "That's enough, Henry, that's enough." His voice trembled slightly, and his blue eyes were unusually moist. "This makes me... full of hope."

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Anthony stood in the hallway confused, carrying a bag of Bibi's All-Flavour Beans.Like the kindest old man entertaining a child, Dumbledore made a long list of snacks for him, trying to fill his pockets. In the end, he inexplicably took away the bag that was said to be Dumbledore's "least favorite". of “braised beans.

"I'm always very unlucky." Dumbledore said helplessly, "I can never taste the taste I want... I've always wanted to talk to its manufacturer. They treat people who are easily fooled by fate. That's so unkind." Anthony was skeptical until he had a mint-flavored bean in his mouth and watched Dumbledore eat a soap-flavored bean.They originally agreed that the pink, fragrant bean was strawberry flavored.

Thomas from Gryffindor saw Anthony and greeted: "Professor Anthony! Did you go to the game today?"

Ever since Anthony interrupted the game between Gryffindor and Slytherin with flying spells and big sheets, many people have been rumoring that Mrs. Hooch will challenge him to a wizard's duel sooner or later, or that he will one day be banned from playing Quidditch. court.

"Look, look. Potter won beautifully." Anthony smiled, "Would you like some braised beans, Mr. Thomas? Just to celebrate?"

Thomas said happily: "Of course!" He reached for one and threw it into his mouth, "Ah, strawberry!"

By the time Anthony returned to the office corridor, he had handed out half a bag of Bibi's multi-flavor beans.He has always felt that the beauty of snacks lies in sharing happiness.

His students seemed to be used to him taking out various snacks, and they all naturally reached out and took a few from the bag when he asked.Along the way, Anthony has passed two peppers, three chocolates, three curries, four mustards and an unknown number of spinach and marmalades.

He thought for a moment before opening the office door and knocked on the door of Professor Quirrell's office.Following a flurry of sounds, a few minutes later, the door was finally opened a small crack.Through the small gap, Professor Quirrell asked stammeringly: "Professor An-Anthony?"

Anthony opened the mouth of the bag and shook the colorful Bibi's Beans: "Would you like one, Professor Quirrell - just think of it as a celebration of Gryffindor's victory." He remembered the last time he played against Slytherin. , Quirrell also supports Gryffindor.

"Okay - okay." Quirrell stretched out a pale hand from the crack of the door and grabbed one of the multi-flavor beans with trembling.

"Did you watch today's game, Professor Quirrell?" He didn't remember seeing Quirrell in the stands, but on the other hand, he didn't care much about which professors were there.

"I didn't—didn't go," said Quirrell.

"Well, Gryffindor won very gloriously today. I'm starting to understand why Hagrid said Potter flew so well." Anthony said, "And the sun is pretty good today."

He had always felt that their office corridors needed sunlight: at one end was the bathroom where ghosts lived, at the other was the office where necromancers and skeletal cats lived, and there was always a shrinking office that was decorated with nothing but white garlic. A professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor pinched a dark green braised bean - Anthony had to say, it didn't look like a good taste - and put it into his mouth, then coughed violently.

"What's wrong?" Anthony asked a little funny, "Mustard?"

Quirrell coughed: "No - no, cough, it's vomit."

Anthony confirmed that Dumbledore was not fate's favorite person.He found an even more unlucky guy.

(End of this chapter)