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Professor Flitwick soon heard his house had a genius who could levitate a small cake without a wand.
"Unbelievable!" he said shrilly, somewhat angrily. "Filch aside, not one of them suspected Professor Anthony!"
Professor Sprout said cheerfully, "Be fair, Filius. You must consider Henry's image in students' minds."
Currently, her house seemed least affected by Anthony's whim. These students were among the groups least interested in topics like "On the Possibility of Fried Sausages as Wands." In their view, fried sausages were fried sausages. Their wands were their wands. If one day Ollivander started selling roasted sausages, they'd consider this question then.
"Of course. A twenty-seven-year-old Muggle Studies professor who hasn't learned Apparition," Anthony said. "Thank you, Pomona."
Professor Burbage laughed. Stuffed a handful of Ice Mice into Anthony's hand. Cleverly changed the subject. "Looks like when we're not at school, you don't care much about school rules."
"What, there are school rules?" Anthony said with feigned surprise. "I thought professors made those up on the spot."
When having afternoon tea at Hagrid's hut, the youngest Weasley boy tried to confirm with him whether there were rules like "library books can't be taken out of the castle."
After confirming the premise was just a Quidditch book from the public area, library regular Anthony quite certainly told him absolutely not ("Just think, if books can't leave the castle, how would Hagrid borrow books?"). Received a story about how a professor confiscated a book before a Quidditch match. Casually docked a house five points.
In front of another professor, Hermione initially tried to conceal the identities of both parties. But Harry Potter's expression had already leaked half the story. When Ron blurted out "Those Slytherins just love playing dirty," the other identity was also obvious.
"A few were indeed made up on the spot," Professor Flitwick said thoughtfully. "I remember the last Ravenclaw Head of House forbade anyone from putting shoes on their heads unless they called them hats."
Professor Burbage said, "What?"
"I think you should be able to find it in the library archives," Professor Flitwick said. "The Board of Governors passed it."
Anthony's teeth squeaked from the Ice Mouse freezing them. Shrugged. "Why not? Except for possibly wasting ink, I can't find a reason to oppose it."
Professor Sprout also asked about the dead unicorn in the Forbidden Forest. "That poor creature—what happened, Henry?"
"I don't know," Anthony said. "I'm puzzled too."
For him, he was willing to trust the entire school. But if he had to pick someone who killed the unicorn, he'd rather prioritize considering his colleagues over students.
Ability was one aspect. On the other hand, he couldn't help feeling—if the killer was willing to bear the unicorn's curse just to scrub toilets spotless under Filch's supervision, even in the magical world, this seemed somewhat unreasonable.
Hearing a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest was killed by something unknown, leaving two young unicorns, Professor Burbage shook her head. Said, "There are too many strange things in the Forbidden Forest. Nothing would surprise me."
Professor Flitwick explained to her what unicorn blood could do ("Extend life. Unconditionally extend life. The price? The unicorn's curse. Half-dead life."). Said shrilly, "Greed, Professor Anthony. This must be an intelligent being!"
"I agree," Anthony said. "But that makes it even more disturbing."
Professor Sprout nodded. "This is murder." She held her cup. Counted the days. "God, that day I was supposed to gather herbs in the Forbidden Forest. But I went to deliver dittany to Quirinus at the last minute." She added more milk to her teacup.
She kept a straight face. As if angry at herself. Even when Anthony chatted with her about soon taking students to visit that botanical garden she recommended, she didn't cheer up much.
Perhaps because that trace of Necromancy on the unicorn's body was too familiar, Anthony rarely didn't continue his nightly recurring nightmare tonight. Instead had a very strange dream.
He and Hagrid saw a winged unicorn in the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid shouted you don't belong to the Forbidden Forest. The unicorn flapped wings trying to fly. But it carried a supermarket shopping bag containing Professor Trelawney, Snape, and Filch.
Anthony wore cashier clothes. Chased behind shouting sir wait, you forgot your change. Then pulled out the Skeleton Cat from his pocket and threw it. The Skeleton Cat swiped a paw. The unicorn crashed to the ground. Silver-white blood flowed everywhere.
Professor Trelawney clip-clopped out from the shopping bag. Muttered something about blood and slaughter. Her lower body was a gray donkey. Filch chattered endlessly counting how many school rules Anthony violated. Mercifully told him he only needed to clean Myrtle's bathroom once. Snape smugly said unicorn bodies also had some very precious potion materials. Picked up the silver knife for processing potions. Gestured back and forth over the unicorn's body.
Just as the knife fell, the unicorn's body suddenly became Professor Quirrell. Snape's silver knife landed on him. The Forbidden Forest trees were actually a group of students. They surrounded Anthony. Like a choir using multiple parts to describe how Snape carved wounds on Professor Quirrell's body and face to obtain the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.
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