demon hunter at hogwarts

The silver lion walked around the classroom and finally lay down at Regulus' feet and took a nap.

"As you can see, the complete patron saint will appear in the form of some kind of creature, and this creature usually represents part of the inner quality of the spell caster." Regulus stroked the lion's mane. .

"With all due respect, sir, are you a Gryffindor graduate?" Seeing the lion, several Gryffindor students thought of a possibility, and finally Charlie, the boldest one, asked.

"The common association is that the lion is indeed the symbol of Gryffindor. Unfortunately, it is completely wrong. I am from Slytherin House." Regulus smiled, and several Gryffindor and Slytherin House students were in disbelief. They exchanged glances.

"The form of your patron saint has nothing to do with which college you attend. It only depends on you. Many times, you yourself have no idea what your patron saint looks like. You might as well guess your own patron saint, and then see how it matches How different is reality?"

"I hope my patron saint is an Australian oval eye, they are so beautiful." Charlie immediately fell into the fantasy of the form of his patron saint.

"Maybe it's a rat," said Barnaby Lee sarcastically, and Charlie's face immediately turned red to the same color as his hair.

"Quiet!" Regulus raised his voice, and the two people who were at war with each other temporarily fell silent, exchanging dissatisfied looks with each other.

After all the students paid attention and listened quietly, Regulus continued: "Now let's learn this spell and listen carefully to my pronunciation. You can't make a mistake in a single syllable, otherwise there will be unexpected and terrible consequences... Huh. Divine Guard!"

"Call God Guard!"

"Next, you need to concentrate as hard as you can, think about your happiest things, and then chant the spell and see what happens."

When they tried it, the students realized how difficult this spell was to master. Barnaby Lee clutched the wand with a livid face, and the tip of the wand was intermittently spitting out silver mist; Shaoli Shafiq closed her eyes tightly. It seemed that he was searching for happy memories; but in Charlie Weasley's mouth, the spell seemed extremely difficult to pronounce, and he just couldn't pronounce it smoothly.

Regulus had to walk around the classroom and correct the students' erroneous spellcasting one by one: "I don't expect you to be able to master this spell in the first class. Even well-trained adult wizards, few can." It’s released in one step, so don’t be impatient and make sure every step is correct…”

"I succeeded!" an excited female voice sounded.

Tonks became the center of attention in the classroom, her hair turned as golden as the sun, and a hare patronus, exuding a faint silver light, was hopping around her.

"Well done, Miss Tonks, five points for Hufflepuff."

But Tonks wasn't particularly happy.

"Professor, your lion looks very safe, but I... I think it needs my protection more." Tonks muttered.

The students all laughed.

"Perhaps a giant Patronus does possess great power, just like the legendary hero, the invincible Andros. He is the only wizard who can summon a Giant Patronus. But a small Patronus does not mean weak. About ten days ago, Principal Dumbledore told me an interesting but incomplete story. Out of interest, I consulted history books and storybooks to complete the entire legend."

Regulus leaned against the desk and started talking like a casual conversation. The students stopped practicing and listened carefully.

"Legend has it that there is a dark wizard named Lachidien. He lives in a castle, and there is a village near the castle. One day, Lachideen fell in love with a girl living in the village and wanted to marry her. His wife, so he wrote a letter to the girl’s parents, expressing his best wishes..."

Barnaby Lee sneered.

"... Of course, Rachidien was rejected, so he became angry and led the dementors to attack the village. When the villagers could not resist, a young, shy orphan stood up and used his... The mocking, weak-looking Patronus of Rats drove away all the Dementors.”

Charlie Weasley flexed his muscular muscles at Barnaby Lee, countering Barnaby's earlier quip about the Patronus of Rats.

"But this is just a legend. It may have been made up by people to comfort wizards who can only summon weak patron saints." Tonks still didn't believe it.

"I said at the beginning of this class that we should remain in awe of legends, because there are many seemingly absurd stories..."

"It all turned out to be true in the end," Tonks continued.

"Yes, of course, like you, Larch Dean felt it was a great shame to be defeated by the Patronus of Rats. He decided to join the battle himself and defeat the Patronus with the Patronus. However, some wizards, especially those evil ones, He was unworthy of using this spell. His Patronus Charm backfired and summoned a lot of maggots, and then he was devoured."

Several girls made disgusting sounds.

"Based on what I just observed in class, you don't have to worry about this happening..." Everyone burst into laughter, and Regulus continued, "And your homework is to go back and practice this spell. In the next class, You must summon a physical guardian spirit."

"But I've succeeded?" Tonks asked doubtfully.

"You are standing in a bright classroom, surrounded by your classmates and teachers. Your situation is absolutely safe, and then you release the Patronus without any psychological pressure. This does not mean that you are facing the Voldemort Bat or the Photographer. You can do the same thing when you are a dementor. We don't have ready-made dementors, otherwise I would be happy to test your mastery, Miss Tonks. Practice more and become proficient in it. Do you understand!" Regule Si walked up to Tonks and stared at her sternly.

"Understood, Professor." Tonks lowered her head and replied.

"get out of class."

After all the students left the classroom, Regulus slowly tidied up the classroom.

"Have I passed the entrance examination, principal?" If he was talking to himself, his voice would be a bit loud.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, applause broke out.In the corner of the classroom, Dumbledore's tall and thin figure emerged from the air.

"Two wonderful classes. I forgot Dean Ratched's name at the time, thank you for reminding me." Dumbledore said with a smile, "In fact, Mr. Wilbert Slinka once expressed to me that he was interested in teaching this subject. I was interested in taking the course, but I ultimately turned him down because I felt that it was far more useful for students to have a proper grasp of defensive spells than to recite a bunch of theory. You can't just pull out a Death Eater when he walks to your door. Defense Theory of Magic, then initiate negotiations and politely ask them to leave."

Regulus snorted disdainfully.

Dumbledore approached Regulus, his expression suddenly became serious, and his voice lowered: "I have something important to talk to you about. It's not suitable here. Can you go to my office?"

A few minutes later, facing the gargoyle guards in front of the principal's office, Dumbledore shouted the command: "Pile of cockroaches."

"It tastes very unique, sir."

"Thank you for the compliment."

In the principal's room, an antique stone basin was placed on Dumbledore's desk.

Dumbledore pointed to the stone basin and smiled: "You might want to take a look at this."

Regulus knew it was a pensieve, but he didn't understand Dumbledore's intention.

"In the past few days, I have been to a very interesting place. I think it is more intuitive for you to see it with your own eyes than to tell it orally."

Having said this, Regulus stopped talking and buried his face directly into the pensieve.

The memory immediately emerged, it was a place he was very familiar with.

The cave where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes.

Regulus was floating in the air, with a strange look on his face as he watched Dumbledore in his memory cross the shallow sea using standard swimming postures, quickly cracking the protective spells, and finally came to the small island in the lake to study the magic. The potion in the refilling stone basin.

The memory stopped abruptly, and Regulus stood on solid ground with his feet again. He looked at Dumbledore with a complicated expression.

"You didn't drink anything in there, did you?" Regulus finally asked, breaking the silence.

"No, I'm not sure what's in it, but I can recognize Voldemort's methods, so it's definitely not a health drink." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Wise choice. If you drink the potion, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I can tell you that I drank it twice and it didn't taste very good." Regulus said in a calm tone.

This time it was Dumbledore's turn to have a complicated expression, his bright, sharp blue eyes filled with shock for the first time.

Regulus seemed to have made up his mind and said: "Actually, I have a guess. I didn't plan to tell anyone, because the more people who know, the more dangerous it will be. If the Dark Lord knows, he will be on guard. I think... "

Dumbledore interrupted Regulus: "Wait a minute, I also have a guess. We can see if it's the same thing."

Then, Dumbledore waved his left hand, and a heavy book flew out from the study room. The black cover had faded and it read "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed".

Dumbledore opened the catalog, pointed to one of the entries, and said to Regulus: "My guess is that Voldemort made this thing. Can we reach a consensus?"

The word on his fingertips was clearly "Horcrux".

"Yes, it was once placed in the stone basin just now." Regulus swallowed and continued, "But the real Horcrux has been stolen by me. It is a locket. According to my analysis, it has a lot of background. , probably something from Salazar Slytherin.”

"Where are the Horcruxes now?" Dumbledore asked eagerly, his eyes brightening.

"In my house, I can't destroy it for the time being. It won't open." Regulus shook his head, looking a little frustrated.

Dumbledore opened the book, turned over one of its pages, and pointed out the contents to Regulus: "A Horcrux can only be destroyed by causing irreparable serious damage to it, which requires the most evil and powerful dark magic spells, or Something extremely destructive.”

"It's pretty much what I expected. I tried Manticore's Tail Sting Poison Powder, but that didn't work. I can't think of anything more destructive right now. Maybe I should chant it. Vada Kedavra?" Regulus sneered.

"You won't, Regulus."

"You trust me 100% so quickly? Or do you think you know me? Like you do with Snape?"

"Yes." Dumbledore stared into Regulus's eyes and nodded slowly.

"That's a real honor for me. Can you lend me this book? All the books in my house are eaten by moss." Regulus decided not to continue discussing this topic and took it from Dumbledore. He picked up the book and closed it, running his pale fingers across the peeling paint title.

"What!" An eardrum-piercing scream filled the entire principal's office, scaring Regulus so much that he almost threw the book away.

The screams came from the portrait of Phineas Nigellus, who let out a series of high-decibel roars. The other portraits of the principal immediately covered their ears, and even Dumbledore did the same.

"That's Merlin's shit! Those two bastards Walburga and Orion, I'm going to punish them severely! Don't they know how hard I worked to get those books!"

Regulus had never seen his great ancestor, who always liked to show off, be so out of sorts.