demon hunter at hogwarts

For Harry, August of this year passed both briefly and long.

He wrote the date on a piece of paper and pinned it to the wall, and put a check mark on it every day to count down to his enrollment. He took his new wand every day and practiced the introductory magic he had learned from his godfather in the past few months.

Harry discovered that the holly wood phoenix tail feather wand seemed to be able to understand his own mind and release every magic just right.

The owl named Hedwig likes to bring dead mice into the house, but this does not cause much trouble to the people in the house.

Because if Hedwig didn't eat the mouse within 10 minutes, Antalis would take action quickly and accept the effortless snack.

On the last night of August, at Sirius's request, Kreacher tried his best to prepare a sumptuous dinner.

According to Sirius, although the school's house elves are very enthusiastic and willing to provide food for students who sneak into the kitchen, their craftsmanship is still different.

Although Sirius has never been close to Kreacher, he has to admit that Kreacher is indeed unique in terms of cooking skills, surpassing most house elves.

Regulus went out early that morning and came back near dusk.

When he smelled the aroma on the table, he immediately pounced on it without any regard for image and quickly destroyed several freshly baked Yorkshire puddings, leaving Sirius and Harry stunned.

"I'm so hungry." Regulus took a glass of juice from Kreacher and drank it before explaining, "I forgot that Nico Flamel hasn't eaten for a while. They only have various kinds of juice at home. All kinds of magic potions, those things cannot fill your stomach."

"Nicholas Flamel? Did you go to visit him?" Sirius's eyes lit up when he heard the name, "How about it, he is really like the legend..."

"For some minor questions about ancient magic texts, you need to consult professionals." Regulus said, "I originally thought that for a six hundred-year-old man, it would be difficult for anything to cause him emotional fluctuations. ...But he actually said that the magic circle was older than him..."

"What magic circle?" Sirius was confused.

"The ones I met in Albania are no longer useful." Regulus said lightly. "I just wanted to ask out of pure academic curiosity... Nico Flamel is a very interesting old man. He gave me He told many stories about his youth, which was about 50 years ago..."

"There is no difference between 650 years old and [-] years old..." Sirius thought to himself.

But they were soon attracted by the stories Regulus relayed.

"...According to him, before that time at Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, he had not dueled with anyone for about 200 years. He even suspected that because of osteoporosis, he would not even run away from home. They fell apart halfway...but in order to prevent Grindelwald from blowing up the entire city, he still took action... He said that Grindelwald was one of the most powerful magicians he had ever seen..."

"But Paris is still marked on the map, isn't it?" Harry, who had been listening quietly, couldn't help but said, "Does this mean that Nico Flamel stopped Grindelwald..."

Harry still found it hard to believe that a man born in the fourteenth century could live to this day and go to an opera every week without anyone noticing.

"'They' stopped Grindelwald." Regulus corrected, "Newt Scamander, whom you have met, also contributed... In short, Flamel knows too many things, and a lot of them Some of them cannot be found in books.”

"It would be great if he could come to school as a teacher. It's a pity that Hogwarts doesn't teach alchemy." Sirius agreed, "I'm a little envious of the Beauxbatons students."

"Now, there are few reliable alchemists in the whole of Britain." Regulus said, "Many people can't even make potions, let alone memorize those complicated alchemy formulas. Alchemy can't be done without you. It’s as simple as you think.”

After saying that, Regulus magically took out a book and placed it on the table.

The book was very thin and had the words "The Book of Abraham the Jew" on the cover.

Harry and Sirius soon discovered that the words did not appear to be written on the page, but were instead stamped with metal on the page and painted with color in the depressions.

"Nico told me that all his alchemy skills were learned from this book." Regulus pushed the book across the table. "He said that anyone who can read this book can learn it." His alchemy.”

"So easy? What if I can understand it?" Sirius took the book and found that the book was lighter than expected, and the pages seemed to be made of papyrus.

"You can try. I think Nico would not refuse to accept a student to inherit his knowledge." Regulus smiled and continued to deal with the dinner in front of him.

Sirius opened the pages of the book casually, and Harry poked his head at the side.

"This... what is this? Does it have anything to do with alchemy?" Sirius only looked at it for a few seconds before frowning.

Harry saw something in the book that made his godfather frown, a picture of a cane entwined with two snakes devouring each other.

Sirius flipped through the pages of the book hastily. There was a cross on the second picture, and what was nailed to it was not an ordinary person, but a snake.

The later paintings are even more confusing, such as a man wearing a hat, waving a cane wrapped with two snakes, fighting an old man flying in the sky with a sickle and wings on his back. .

Or a spring in the desert, constantly spraying poisonous snakes out.

And so on.

Sirius became more and more confused as he read, and finally gave up his efforts, closed the book and threw it back to Regulus.

"You must have been deceived by him, right? Why do I feel that if you follow the things in this book, you will only go crazy?"

"This only shows that you have no connection with his alchemy." Regulus put the book away expressionlessly.

During the rest of the dinner, several people tacitly agreed not to mention Nico Flamel and his alchemy.

Finally, at Sirius's strong suggestion, Harry drank a cup of hot cocoa before bed.

On the morning of September [-]st, it was as crisp and golden as an apple.

Although the hot cocoa effectively kept Harry from losing sleep due to excitement and anticipation.

But at five o'clock in the morning, he still couldn't sleep anymore. He got dressed early and checked his luggage over and over again in his bedroom against the list of items listed in Hogwarts.

During the more than half a year since he moved to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the exciting adventure stories his godfather told himself about his parents and friends all happened in Hogwarts.

He was looking forward to the moment when he actually stepped into the castle that everyone longed for.

"Finally, our Harry Potter will enter Hogwarts and officially learn to become a wizard." Sirius, who usually slept until he woke up naturally, knocked on Harry's door.

Harry noticed that his godfather had shaved off the stubble from his face in a rare move.

"I still can't believe it." Harry stood up from the bed, stuck his wand in the back pocket of his jeans, and said, "If this was just a long dream, Uncle Vernon told me after I woke up , it’s time to report to Stonewall Middle School..."

"Believe me, this is not a dream." Sirius said seriously, "Your imagination is not that rich."

The two walked down the stairs. Regulus was already eating breakfast, which was simple omelettes and cereal.

"Good morning, new student." Regulus greeted Harry, "Oh, and by the way, it's best not to put your wand in that pocket. A wizard once cursed his butt."

"Is there such a thing?" Sirius, who was following Harry, couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "But you know what? Your tone reminds me of Mad-Eye."

"Professional habits." Regulus said, "After all, I have been a professor for a year...I spent about a month last year correcting the students' bad habits."

Even though he got up early, Harry was still very busy this morning. His godfather seemed overly excited, opening his suitcase every five minutes and trying to put something new in it.

Fortunately, it is not too far from Grimmauld Place NO.12 to King's Cross Station, and it only takes 10 minutes to walk.

If Sirius chooses to use a flying motorcycle, this time can be shortened to 1 minute.

After Harry took inventory of his bedroom for the last time, he gently closed the door and walked to the stairs.

His suitcase was on the floor with the lid open.

Sirius had just used his superb transfiguration skills to disguise Harry's Nimbus 2000, turning it into a mini broomstick model and putting it in the box.

"Filch will check the students' luggage, so that he can be deceived..." Sirius blinked furtively, "I left a break for the curse, you just need to point the wand at the foot of this broom, Say 'The Broom Reveals' three times and it will change back to its original shape, but don't show it around as soon as you enter the school..."

"Sounds like something Malfoy would do..." Harry muttered in a voice only he could hear.

"Let me see, the Marauder's Map... I'd better keep it for myself..." At this point, Sirius decided not to look at Harry's disappointed eyes, "But you can bring a double-sided mirror... so if If Snot Man dares to bully you, I will go to school to teach him a lesson as soon as possible..."

After Regulus returned from Albania, he returned the double-sided mirror to Sirius.

At this time, Sirius put the exquisite palm-sized mirror into Harry's hand again.

"You already know how to use it. Of course, if you have something you can't say directly, you can also write to me. Hedwig is a capable guy..."

Harry carefully wrapped the small mirror in a scarf and placed it between the two books "The Adventures of Mad Muggle Martin Miggs" and "The Tales of Beedle the Bard".

"The train will leave in half an hour. If you don't want Harry to miss his first... Hogwarts Express trip, you'd better act quickly." Regulus said lazily. Pointing at the old-fashioned floor clock, he reminded.

"Let's set off now," Sirius said. "Don't put your wand in your trouser pocket, otherwise even if you don't curse your butt off, it might fall out while riding a motorcycle."

"Sorry... I'm used to it." Harry scratched his head sheepishly and took out the wand again, but couldn't think of where to put it.

"I think Lucius's method is good. He carries his cane everywhere." Regulus said, then waved his wand, and a thin, diagonally downward pocket appeared on the left side of Harry's coat. .

"Thank you." Harry put the wand into the new pocket, leaving half of the wand's handle exposed.

Harry was surprised to find that the height and angle were very convenient, and he could easily draw his wand and point it forward.

After checking the luggage for the last time, Sirius put on a sequined leather jacket that even Muggles would find very fashionable. He handed a helmet to Harry, turned to Regulus and asked, " Aren’t you going with us?”

"How many people can your motorcycle carry?" Regulus asked, "I don't want to be crowded with you and be pointed at by Muggles."

"Okay." Sirius put the other helmet on his head and said to Harry, "Let's go."

"Gryffindor, right?" Harry held Hedwig's cage, but there was some hesitation in his tone.

"That's right, if it weren't for Gryffindor, James would definitely entrust me with a dream and ask me to disinherit you." Sirius said with a straight face, pretending to be serious.

"If I hadn't been in Gryffindor..." Harry looked genuinely frightened. "I mean, if I got into Slytherin or something..."

"Ahem." Regulus cleared his throat.

"Sorry...I'm not..." Harry tried to explain incoherently. He had indeed forgotten that there was a Slytherin in this house.

"It's just a bluff threat. When this guy was in school, his mother said the same thing to him: 'If you don't go into Slytherin, I will burn your name off the family tree.'" Regulus imitated it vividly. He heard Volburga's stern and sharp voice.

"She wasn't bluffing," Sirius said angrily, "she actually did it."

"We all know that it's not because you were sorted into Gryffindor." Regulus did not back down.

Sirius seemed to want to say something, but finally gave up the idea of ​​arguing. He walked up to Harry and squatted down so that Harry's face was slightly higher than his.

"Okay... listen Harry, sorting means nothing. What kind of person you want to be ultimately depends on your heart. Even in Gryffindor, there will be despicable cowards and villains." He He stretched out his hands to grab Harry's arms and said seriously, "And there will be...excellent wizards like this guy in Slytherin."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."