demon hunter at hogwarts

After the short Easter break, the weather is getting warmer.

As the time left in the semester becomes less and less, it seems that every teacher hopes to leave some unforgettable memories for the graduating students.

For example, Professor McGonagall brought a huge wizard chess set to life, placed it in an empty classroom, and told the students in the NEWTs advanced class of Transfiguration class that whoever can win this game will be able to find a job. You can get her recommendation letter.

In addition to Snape, other teachers also showed their talents.

Professor Trelawney carefully predicted the death method of each student; Professor Flitwick said that if everyone can pass the NEWTs exam, he will reveal a little bit about the magic of ecstasy in the last class of the semester. In principle, this makes many single boys and girls full of energy.

In a memorable Care of Magical Creatures class, Professor Kettleburn, who had endured it for more than half a year, finally decided to let the students see something "special".

As a result, a Tebbo warthog was brought into the classroom as a teaching tool.It is unknown how this magical animal, which was accustomed to growing in the tropical rainforests of Congo and Zaire, came into the hands of Professor Kettleburn.

Everyone only knows that this kind of guy with a bad temper, coming and going like the wind, rough skin and thick flesh, and being invisible, the moment he is released, it means...trouble is coming.

The scene was quite chaotic. Fortunately, the magical skills of the seventh-year students were more or less passable. Only five people were injured. Charlie Weasley paid the price of three ribs and finally subdued the rampage of Tebbo Warthog.

"Throwing paint on the Tebo warthog... is a great idea." Kettleburn was still admiring when dragging his prosthetic leg to visit Charlie in the school hospital.

"Professor Black told us that whether it is Tebbo warthogs, invisible beasts, or any other invisible things, their magic cannot make them disappear. Compared with using the revealing spell, pouring dirty water directly on them will be more effective. Obviously," Charlie explains about his source of inspiration.

Charlie Weasley's injury has added some uncertainty to the Gryffindor Quidditch team's road to championship, although he himself said that the injury is fine and will not affect his performance.

The situation of winning the Quidditch Cup this semester now looks quite uncertain.Except for Hufflepuff, who lost both games and had basically no hope of winning the Quidditch Cup, Gryffindor and Slytherin both won one and lost one, and only Ravenclaw won both games.

Therefore, the outcome of this final game is particularly important, as it directly determines the championship.

For the Slytherin team, their situation is relatively unfavorable. In terms of points difference, they are the least.

This means that if they want to win the championship, they must first look at Gryffindor's face. Gryffindor must defeat Ravenclaw, but the point difference cannot be too big.

At the same time, their side must defeat Hufflepuff, and the bigger the point difference, the better.

This situation made captain Marcus Flint increasingly irritable.

As the competition approaches, there are more and more tense scenes between students from the four colleges. From the initial verbal attacks, it gradually escalates to casting curses on each other.

Finally one day, Flint, Warrington, Montague and Derek got into a fight with Gryffindor Wood, the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan in a remote corridor.

The two sides had been grudges for a long time, and they settled at one point. When Filch heard the news and rushed to the scene, the armor decorated beside the corridor had been scattered on the ground, several stone statues fell to the ground, and Derek lay groaning next to the stone statues, unable to climb. stand up.

Flint's already extremely huge front teeth were almost reaching his chest at this time, but he still persisted in casting a curse on Wood.

Warrington had red hair all over his face, and he threw his wand somewhere. He was howling and chasing Lee Jordan, who was also disheveled.

George Weasley's nosebleeds were scattered everywhere; half of Fred's face was swollen like an eggplant, and he couldn't even find his eyes.

Meng Taize's face turned green and he fell into a pool of unknown liquid on the ground, unconscious.

Most of the portraits on the walls were empty, and people had fled to the distance for refuge. Only Sir Cadogan rode his pony, cheering in high spirits.Peeves is floating on the ceiling, throwing one or two rotten eggs from time to time to disrupt the battle.

Fortunately, the teacher who first came to deal with the matter was not the strict and impartial Professor McGonagall, nor the disowned Snape, but Professor Flitwick, who was known for his good temper and was relatively easy to talk to.

The only treatment they received was to be put in solitary confinement every Saturday morning and forced to copy the sentence: "We are wizards, not barbaric and stupid trolls." This lasted until the end of the semester.

It happened that all Quidditch matches were scheduled at ten o'clock every Saturday morning, so Gryffindor and Slytherin, who had lost most of their main players, lost to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff respectively. In his hands, the Quidditch championship was also won by Ravenclaw.

"They don't let first-year students enter the Quidditch team. Otherwise, if I become a goalkeeper, I can save five more goals." A week after the game, Cormac McLagan's mentality still could not calm down. When you come down, you will complain to everyone you meet.

By the end of this week, the number of people complaining suddenly increased because the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, issued a statement about personnel changes.

This time, Marietta Acmore finally no longer held Gilderoy Lockhart's books, but held a copy of the Daily Prophet, and said angrily to Qiu Zhang: "This Bertha ·Jorkins, she worked in my mother’s department two years ago, and no one liked her. Why did she suddenly become the Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic? There must be something wrong here. She must be somewhat shady with Fudge. activities."

"You seem to dislike her very much?" Qiu Zhang was a little confused when she heard her friend speculate about Bertha Jorkins with vicious thoughts.

"I met her once when I was little, and the first thing she said when we met me was, 'You look nothing like your father.' Do you think I can leave a good impression?" Marietta was annoyed. say.

The unexpected appointment of Bertha Jorkins as Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic has aroused widespread discussion. Many parents of young wizards work in the Ministry of Magic. As for Bertha Jorkins, It can be considered as something heard.

Her new appointment was filled with doubts.

Even Percy Weasley could only express his opinion helplessly: "I can only say that sometimes opportunities are more important than abilities. She seized this opportunity. There is nothing to say. Who could have known that Crow What if Mr. Qi suddenly fell ill and resigned? And she happened to be transferred to the International Cooperation Department."

Grimmauld Square NO.12.

"Bertha Jorkins? Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic?" Sirius said inarticulately, holding a chicken leg in his mouth, with a strange look of surprise and amusement on his face, "Let Kreacher go. Better than her at anything."

"Actually, it was Lucius Malfoy's fault. When he invited me to have lunch some time ago, he called Cornelius Fudge, and the two of them settled the matter at the dinner table." Wearing a silver-green dress Regulus in his nightgown was holding a cup of coffee and leaning against the window sill. Antalis huddled up in his hand, basking in the sun.

"It's easy to explain. Lucius Malfoy may want to do something in the Ministry of Magic. But what about Bertha Jorkins..." Sirius erased it randomly with the "Daily Prophet" With the oil stains on his hands, Fudge on the newspaper hid his fingers in panic.

Then the newspaper was thrown into a ball by Sirius and thrown to the trash can on the other side of the room, at an angle.

"I'm not very familiar with her. How come... from your tone, you don't think very favorably of her?" Regulus raised his finger and slightly changed the trajectory of the newspaper so that it could land accurately on the trash. in the barrel.

"She graduated when you were in school...but I was 'fortunate' to go to school with her for a few years." Sirius grabbed another tuna sandwich and took a big bite, "This person has quite a lot of bad habits. There are many, but there are two biggest characteristics. One is that he has no brains, and the other is that he is nosy. It’s not that I gossip behind people’s backs, but if these two points are combined in one person..."

Sirius didn't finish, he just shook his head.

"I can imagine that she doesn't even know that her behavior is annoying, and in turn she complains about why others are always...not nice to her, right?" Regulus finished the coffee and took the napkin. Wiped his mouth.

"As far as I know, she worked at the Daily Prophet for a period of time after graduation, but was quickly dismissed due to business ability issues." Sirius said seriously, "Later, she joined the Ministry of Magic and has since One department was pushed into another department, causing more trouble than it accomplished, and making trouble everywhere..."

"Wait...how did you know? Did you pay special attention to her in Azkaban?" Regulus suddenly narrowed his eyes and asked in a suspicious tone.

"How is it possible... Last time I went to Arthur's place to get a car, we accidentally talked about it." Sirius said, "Arthur Weasley, you know, although he works in the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Articles, he He is very interested in Muggle things...sometimes he keeps confiscated things for study. Once he got an 'electric oven' or something and was going to take it back to the family warehouse. But Bertha saw it. Bertha said she was going to report him."

Regulus frowned.

"At that time, she had just been transferred to the Transportation Department of the Ministry of Magic. This kind of report would not be of any benefit to her. She has no idea what she thinks." Sirius said with disgust, "Apart from Moon Face, Arthur He was probably the nicest-tempered person I've ever met, and he wasn't very happy with Bertha Jorkins, so you can imagine the reputation of this person."

Finally, Sirius concluded: "Her ability is not qualified for this position at all, but her ability to poke trouble is not small. I don't know what Lucius Malfoy has in mind, but if he counts on Bertha Qiao If Jins can be his puppet obediently, then it’s a miscalculation.”

At this moment, Harry walked downstairs with disheveled hair, a few traces of smoke on his face, and his glasses were dirty and full of water stains.

But his expression was cheerful, and he was holding two bottles of potions and Sirius' wand in his hands.

"Swelling Potion! I succeeded!"

"Oh?" Regulus was a little surprised. Early this morning, Harry locked himself in his room and didn't even eat breakfast. Sirius told him not to worry about Harry.

It turned out that he was going to make a potion.

"Come and show our Professor Black how many points this potion can score?" Sirius winked at Regulus proudly.

Then, he took out a velvet from his pocket and put it on the table, and said to Harry, "Come on, let's try the effect."

Harry seemed a little nervous. Although he strictly followed the steps and simmered it for more than an hour, and finally got the same finished product as described in the book, he was still a little uneasy when he was asked to directly experiment with a creature like this.

After all, no one knows the final effect of that bottle of potion, and that velvet looks quite cute.

"It's okay, I'm here, your potion won't poison it." Regulus walked to the table and looked at the potion in Harry's hand.

"Okay..." Harry gritted his teeth and poured the blue-green swelling potion on Pujongrong. The potion took effect quickly. The Pujongrong, which was originally not much bigger than a tennis ball, was now almost as big as a volleyball. .

It wasn't until the enlarged velvet stretched out its long tongue and licked up the crumbs that Sirius scattered on the table that Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well done. If I remember correctly, swelling potion should be a part of the second grade." Regulus praised, "Perhaps after school starts in a few months, Severus will help you with your potion talent." 'Surprised."

"I don't have any potion skills... I have failed many times with this potion, either because I didn't grasp the timing well, or I didn't grasp what the 'intermediate temperature' is..." Harry scratched the back of his head.

"You didn't see that pot of stuff when he cooked it the first time." Sirius made a face of pinching his nose with lingering fear, "I doubt even the troll can stand the smell."

"Could it be smellier than the soup of freshwater pomfret?" Regulus asked.

"Freshwater colorful ball fish?" Sirius's face turned blue, "Is that thing edible? When I ran out of Azkaban, I didn't touch it even as a dog."

Regulus decided not to recount his encounter at Xenophilius Lovegood's house again. He turned to Harry and said, "No one has the talent for making potions. This subject is complex and delicate. , the most important thing is patience. For example, the difficulty of your pot of swelling potion is actually the one-hour cooking process before adding the bat spleen. During this time, the temperature must be kept constant, and you must always pay attention to the condition of the flame. sleep."

Harry laughed sheepishly, he did fall asleep once and the cauldron almost burned dry.

"That Snotlout guy will definitely make things difficult for Harry when the time comes. I would like to see if Harry's nose will get even crooked in anger when he fails to pass the questions he asked."

Sirius said proudly.