demon hunter at hogwarts

The lunch at Lovegood's house was probably the second most unforgettable meal in Regulus's life, second only to the despair potion concocted by Voldemort himself.

After returning to school, he made a decision never to force himself to try something he had never eaten before.

No matter how sincere and sincere the invitation from others is, it will not work.

The reason is simple. After eating Xenophilius's freshwater fish soup, he even felt that even the potion provided by the school hospital and modified by Snape and added with the silt of the Black Lake seemed to taste the same. Not bad.

Two days later, in the third grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"...Potterfish are moderately dangerous creatures that live in deep lakes. They usually patrol the bottom of the lake looking for things like water snails. Of course, they will also try to chew off swimmers' toes or tear them apart. Their clothes..." Regulus pointed to the picture of the colorful ball fish and told how to deal with them, "As long as you tie their legs into knots, they will float away along the water, unable to grasp the direction, until they Try to untie the knot. This usually lasts a few hours..."

"Professor Black?" A Hufflepuff student raised his hand.

"please say."

"Can the colored ball fish be eaten? I think they are round and round, and they must have more meat than ordinary fish... Professor Black? Are you okay?"

"Five points from Hufflepuff." The pale Regulus said through gritted teeth.

After a week of recuperation, Regulus was finally able to face the fish stew or fish soup that appeared in the recipe normally.

Life in Hogwarts Castle goes on in an orderly manner.

The weather has reached the coldest time of the year, and Severus Snape's attitude is even more indifferent than the weather. Coupled with the increasingly gloomy atmosphere in the underground classroom, almost everyone believes that Potions class is the most difficult part of the week. time.

The Weasley twins disagreed with this, because even during recess time, Snape's expressionless figure in black robes could be seen from time to time, shuttling through the corridors of the school like a big bat, looking for someone. He deducted points from students for various reasons. If a Gryffindor accidentally bumped into him, it often meant saying goodbye to them by at least twenty points.

Another person who made people feel seriously uncomfortable was Divination professor Sybill Trelawney.

She has never used the professor's right to add or deduct points, but is keen to predict the future for everyone she meets. The results are always the same, that is, the person being predicted will suffer terrible misfortune in the near future.

For example, Cedric Diggory, the new Chaser of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

In the second grade, he was not old enough to take divination classes, but Professor Trelawney cornered him after dinner one day and warned him not to participate in any competitions, and emphasized that if he won the championship in any competition , then the price you pay will be your own life.

This conversation happened to be overheard by Charlie Weasley. After Professor Trelawney left, he kindly comforted the slightly panicked Cedric: "Don't worry, at least you won't win the Quidditch championship this year. "

Charlie was not lying. After the disastrous defeat to Slytherin in the last game, the entire Gryffindor team learned from their humiliation and increased their training to five times a week, regardless of wind or snow.

The official game was held on a snowy Saturday. Gryffindor, who had lost the previous game, under the leadership of captain Charlie, went out with all their strength and beat Hufflepuff into confusion.

The final score was 430 to 120. Gryffindor gained a lot of points and returned to a favorable position to compete for the Academy Cup championship.

After the game, Charlie went out of his way to find Cedric and said that he would keep his word: "You don't need to thank me, we are saving your life."

It was rumored that Cedric seriously considered quitting the Quidditch team after that.

School life is rich and colorful, but the Daily Prophet, which has lost its chief special correspondent Rita Skeeter, has become much boring, and sales have been declining.

Regarding the follow-up report on Barty Crouch, the newspaper only used an inconspicuous column and mentioned this sentence without saltiness:

"According to the visit and investigation of this reporter, Barty Crouch's home is currently empty. Perhaps Mr. Crouch, who has worked hard for half his life, chose to go on vacation to kill his retirement time."

As for Rita Skeeter herself, she did not really come back as a guest speaker after three years as Dumbledore said. Most of the time, she hid in the room provided by Dumbledore. In the old office, I didn’t dare to see anyone.

In fact, apart from Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Regulus, the only ones who knew she was in the castle were the house elves who were responsible for providing her with food every day.

Perhaps there are Sirius and Harry who are far away in London and occasionally use the Marauder's Map to check on the school situation.

On this day, Regulus was resting in the office, leaning against the window, enjoying the warm winter sunshine that was unusual during this period.

Sirius's head appeared in the fireplace at an untimely moment, interrupting Regulus' slumber.

"Didn't anyone tell you that it's best to make an appointment in advance when visiting others?" Regulus rolled down from the window sill angrily, pulled up a chair and sat by the fireplace.

"Let me see if you have been possessed by Voldemort." Sirius said with a playful smile, "You seem to be fine, you are still so sharp-tongued."

"Speak straight."

"Dumbledore tried to convince the Ministry of Magic that Barty Crouch had been possessed by Voldemort, but Cornelius Fudge and the Undersecretary...whose name was Umbridge, agreed that Dumbledore was talking nonsense. Eight ways." Sirius stopped his smile and said seriously, "Now people in London act as if nothing happened and have forgotten what happened a few months ago. I don't think this is a good phenomenon."

"Where did you get these Ministry of Magic insider information?" Regulus was a little surprised. He himself was not aware of this round of confrontation between Dumbledore and Fudge.

"Amelia told me, in short, Barty Crouch must be finished. Anyone with a little bit of brains knows that peace will not last long." Sirius said hurriedly, "How are you doing there? ?How many Horcruxes were found?"

"Listening to your tone, the Dark Lord will throw his soul around like tatters, and then we can find one every other week..." Regulus said forcefully: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, could not find it."

"In that case, I can help! You don't have enough manpower. I'm an Animagus, so I won't attract so much attention. It's easier to go to many places, and I can also talk to dogs..." Sirius immediately introduced himself, as if He had been waiting for Regulus to say this.

"Stop your delusions." Regulus interrupted Sirius and said seriously, "You seem to have forgotten what is the most important thing now."

Valley</span> "Defeat Voldemort! What else could it be?" Sirius said impatiently.

"That's what Dumbledore and I are going to do. For you, protecting Harry Potter is much more important than finding the Dark Lord's Horcrux." Regulus said, "According to what I learned from Li Judging from the memory obtained by Tower Skeeter, the Dark Lord is looking for someone, most likely Harry, and he needs to capture Harry alive. We don’t know the specific purpose."

"Dumbledore told me that Moon Face has resigned from Damocles Belby's job now, because the Wolfsbane potion has basically been completed..." Sirius said in a muffled voice, "And Dedalus... Deego and Hestia Jones, who rented a house two blocks away, took turns keeping watch, and Harry was safe, so I thought... I had to do something."

"No one else can replace what you can do." Regulus said, "Especially for Harry, I thought you understood this."

"I just fucking want to help you!" Sirius's face twisted, and he shouted angrily, "Do you have to force me to say it? You killed a Horcrux, I...I..."

The fireplace seemed to sense his emotions and sprayed out a few sparks that stuck to Regulus' robe.

Silence fell on both sides of the fire.

"Okay...thank you..." After an unknown amount of time, Regulus said softly, "But that's the fact, isn't it? We can't choose what we want to do, we can only do what's best for the situation. "

"Speaking of which, didn't your sister Sissy say anything to you?" Sirius took the initiative to change the subject, "Didn't Voldemort go and talk to his former chief Death Eater?"

"The Dark Lord's current strength is not enough. He couldn't even capture Rita Skeeter. What would happen if Lucius really chooses to betray him to the Ministry of Magic to protect himself?" Regulus Following Sirius' words, "He is worried about the possible consequences of being exposed to Lucius. I don't think he will take the initiative to find these Death Eaters who have betrayed him before he recovers his full strength." , As for the helper now... I really don’t have a clue."

Sirius was about to say something when he heard a distant, yet joyful voice coming from the other side of the fire.

"Padfoot! I did it!"

The voice was undoubtedly Harry's.

Seeing Regulus' confused look, Sirius explained: "I taught him the 'repair' spell so that he wouldn't be afraid of breaking his glasses. Okay... Goodbye, stay safe."

His head disappeared from the fire, but the fire did not go out immediately.

A thin, old hand suddenly appeared in the fire, holding a piece of parchment between its slender fingers. Regulus didn't bother to think about why the paper was not ignited by the fire, but just tried hard to identify it. the words above.

"Lemon Sherbet."

Ten minutes later, Regulus spoke the password to the gargoyle at the door of Dumbledore's office.

Along the spiral staircase, he walked up to the second floor, where Dumbledore was putting the pensieve into the storage cabinet.

"I thought you got fresh memories from somewhere, but it seems I was wrong." Regulus smiled and tapped a planetarium on the wall with his wand, and the silver planet rotated rapidly. stand up.

"It's not that easy." Dumbledore sat back in his chair. "There are fewer and fewer people who can provide real memories... Let's talk about you. I accidentally discovered the library's borrowing records. You seem to be... Looking for something?”

"Yes."

"Nothing at all?"

"Obvious."

"Try asking me, maybe I know something." Dumbledore put his wand aside, tapped his finger on the table, and blinked his blue eyes slightly.

"Is this why you called me here?" Regulus sat opposite Dumbledore, "Okay... do you know... the Resurrection Stone?"

Dumbledore's back suddenly left the back of the chair, and his fingers suddenly tightened on his lumpy wand. The light in his blue eyes made Regulus feel a little dazzled.

This gaffe only lasted for about a second, and the old headmaster returned to his usual self, so fast that Regulus thought that what he just saw was all an illusion.

"I know." Dumbledore spoke in his normal tone, "One of the Deathly Hallows. Legend has it that it has the ability to resurrect the dead. I didn't expect you to know about it."

"I heard in Ogden's memory that Marvolo Gaunt said that his ring had the coat of arms of Peverell." Regulus said, "So I investigated the coat of arms. It looks like he has a lot of background.”

"You mean, Marvolo's ring is set with the Resurrection Stone?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"It's just a conjecture. What I want to know is, what is the real function of the Resurrection Stone?" Regulus did not hear the slight tremor in Dumbledore's tone, and continued along his own train of thought, "If it is really like According to legend, it is a stone that can bring people back to life. Does that mean the Dark Lord can use it to truly resurrect? Is this why he took the risk to take the ring? The book didn't tell me the answer."

"I don't think so. First of all, since Voldemort is not dead, there is no resurrection." Dumbledore seemed to refocus his attention and analyzed, "And the so-called resurrection of the dead by the Resurrection Stone does not really mean that the dead can be restored to life. life."

Regulus breathed a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore raised his hand and played with his wand, not knowing what he was thinking. Silence fell in the office.

"Do you think that with the Deathly Hallows, you really have the power to conquer death?" Regulus suddenly asked.

"I know what you are thinking." Dumbledore shook his head, "The so-called master of Death is just a legend surrounding those artifacts. We tend to think that the Peverell brothers are powerful and dangerous wizards who created These extremely powerful tools. Even though they are much more powerful than ordinary magic props, it does not mean that they can really conquer death."

"Much more powerful..." Regulus suddenly glanced at the wand in Dumbledore's hand and said, "For example, repairing a destroyed wand that even Garrick Ollivander couldn't repair?"

"Actually, there are two, but it's best not to let too many people know this secret, otherwise Garrick's business will be affected..." Dumbledore laughed, "A very keen insight."