Anthony returned to the staff lounge and breathed a sigh of relief.
"How's it going?" Professor Burbage handed him a piece of teacup cake, "Are the students still cooperative?"
"I think it's okay." Anthony thought about it for a while. "I was a little nervous when preparing for the class, so I arranged for half a class to practice. At least they had fun in the practice part. The tasks were completed, so I gave Griffindor an extra ten points, I hope it's not too much."
Professor Burbage comforted him: "Ten is a very suitable score. Don't worry, Henry, you did a great job. The Weasley brothers are quite a test for the new professor."
Anthony has a good attitude: "I don't expect them to listen to the class very seriously. As long as the students are willing to take this class, I will be happy. If they can learn some more knowledge about Muggles, it will exceed my expectations."
"Sounds like you're going to give the entire class an E," Professor Burbage joked.
Professor McGonagall on the side nodded: "New professors are like this. At least you are well prepared, Professor Anthony."
Anthony took a bite of the cake and stopped talking. He knew who Professor McGonagall was talking about.
"Professor Quirrell, alas..." Professor Burbage sighed, "Poor guy. But I must say, his Muggle Studies teaching is not very good, even from my point of view."
Anthony defended Quirrell: "But his level of defense against dark magic is indeed very high."
Apart from that meeting at the Leaky Cauldron, he had never met Professor Quirrell. Quirrell rarely came to the staff room, and he always looked suspicious when eating in the hall. Anyone who spoke to him would make him tremble. Anthony didn't bother him much.
Even though his office was on the same floor as Quirrell, he never visited Professor Quirrell. At that time, Anthony was busy making up lessons and preparing lessons.
Quirrell did come to visit him once, but Anthony's cat purred in the room so dissatisfied that Anthony had to send him away apologetically. His comically large scarf made his face look even paler, so much so that Anthony couldn't help but suggest that he go to the school hospital and ask Madam Pomfrey for some potion.
"He has a very high level of knowledge, but he is not good at dealing with students. If Professor Quirrell can prepare lessons as carefully as Professor Anthony, maybe his class will not be so disastrous." Professor McGonagall said fairly, "I have to deduct Fifty points for my own house because the Weasley brothers decided to secretly use their force on Professor Quirrell's scarf. Professor Quirrell was so angry that he almost cried."
Anthony's eyes widened in surprise.
He heard that Professor Quirrell's big scarf was a gift to him from an African prince, in order to thank him for helping the prince get rid of the resurrected zombies. Anthony is very interested in the resurrected zombies - he still feels that he is resurrected rather than some weird time magic - but is also a little afraid of Professor Quirrell because of this.
"Did they succeed?" Professor Burbage asked curiously.
"No." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and shook her head. She seemed to find this matter a bit funny, "Professor Quirrell used very advanced magic to protect his turban."
"It's true." Professor Burbage said, "By the way, how is Potter doing?"
A soft smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's face: "Not bad, he adapted to magic very quickly. I still feel that Albus -" She suddenly stopped talking.
Anthony stood up knowingly: "I want to go to the library to find some reference materials."
"See you at dinner, Henry." Professor Burbage waved to him and gave him another small cake. Anthony sometimes felt that Professor Burbage looked a bit like his grandmother.
…
On his way to the library, Anthony meets Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor. Nick was meditating and preparing to pass through a wall when he was suddenly stopped by Anthony. He was so frightened that he fell upside down and his entire upper body sank into the wall. Anthony looked apologetically as he pulled out his head.
"Ah, hello, Professor." Nick scratched his neck, his head shaking on his neck, "What's the matter?"
"Sir Nicholas, I have a question that may be a bit presumptuous."
"Go ahead, Professor. We ghosts have been dead for so long that it's hard for us to be really annoyed by what happens after death. Oh, I miss being alive," he said sadly, "I want to eat steak."
"I can imagine," Anthony said empathetically, "even if it's not steak. Anything to make you feel like you're not an emptiness."
"Oh, yes... let's not talk about it anymore, professor, what's your problem?"
"Well, I have some questions about Peeves."
Anthony met Peeves on his way out of the library from yesterday's lesson preparation. At that time, Peeves was hiding in a chandelier, tearing some unfortunate guy's homework into pieces and throwing paper balls at the students passing below. Gryffindor prefect Percy Weasley tried to stop him, but was hit in the nose by a flying paper ball.
"Haha," Peeves grabbed the chandelier and turned somersault, "The red-haired kid has a red nose, the red-haired kid has a red nose!"
Anthony is surprised to find that, unlike the other ghosts in the school, Peeves is not milky white and can touch objects - in other words, Peeves is more like the wraiths familiar to necromancers than the ghosts that roam the castle. He tried to use the method of controlling the wraith to pull Peeves out of the chandelier, and Peeves looked around suspiciously.
"The devil is tickling me," Peeves said angrily, threw all the scraps of paper to the ground, rushed up to the ceiling, and disappeared.
Today Anthony originally planned to go to the library to look up the school history and find out about the origins of Peeves. As the theoretically only living necromancer, he has a great interest in everything related to necromancy. Now that he met Nick on the road, he didn't mind asking the ghosts who were more familiar with Peeves directly.
"Ah, Peeves!" Nearly Headless Nick said angrily, "Don't pay attention to him, Professor, he is very rude to everyone. I really don't know why Dumbledore tolerates him. Except for the monk who has always forgiven him. , all the ghosts don't like him. I mean, he's not even a minimum ghost—"
Anthony heard the key words: "What does 'not even enough for a minimum ghost' mean?"
"Look at what he looks like, Professor Anthony!" Nick said fiercely, "There is no clean translucent body, no cold breath of death, and no dignity that the dead should have! I really want to know where he met his end. What makes you look so crazy?"