demon hunter at hogwarts

Sure enough, Dumbledore's letter was sent home early the next morning, inviting Regulus to talk to Hogwarts.

Accidents involving Defense Against the Dark Arts professors were nothing new at Hogwarts. Before Regulus took office, it had even become an annual repertoire.

Some students even privately predict how the teacher of that year will say goodbye to Hogwarts.

But Quirrell's encounter this time was so sudden and the consequences were so serious that the students were caught off guard.

Due to his stuttering, Quirrell's class was not so popular, but he was kind and friendly to the students, so after his accident this time, most of the students were still sad.

Of course, the Gryffindors were even more sad, partly for what happened to Quirrell, and partly for themselves.

Because at the school's emergency meeting, President Dumbledore personally announced that until a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is found, this course will be temporarily replaced by Professor Snape.

In terms of professional knowledge, Snape has no problem at all, because as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, the most important thing is not to be proficient in defense, but also to be familiar with those dark arts, and Snape is very good at both.From this perspective, there is no wizard in the entire Hogwarts who is more suitable for this position than him.

But Snape was a brilliant wizard, but not a qualified teacher.

Because he did not hide his likes and dislikes in class and treated students obviously differently, most of the young wizards except the Slytherin students criticized him.

The most serious ones, such as Neville Longbottom, suffered from "Phobia of Potions" in just one month, and would even be woken up by Snape when he had nightmares at night.

So, when Regulus came to the school and walked through the corridors, the students who knew him were whispering and showing expectant expressions.

The more daring ones, such as the Weasley twins, simply jumped in front of Regulus and asked questions directly.

"Professor Black!"

"Are you back for class?"

"We haven't decided yet." Regulus couldn't help laughing when he saw the two troublemakers, "Are you looking forward to my return so much? I remember that I gave you a lot of solitary confinement last semester."

Fred and George looked at each other, recalling the scene when they first got the Marauder's Map and tried to sneak attack Regulus but were easily subdued.

"Being imprisoned only shows that our prank skills need to be improved..." Fred scratched his head and said somewhat depressedly, "Okay, starting from tomorrow, we will have to spend twice as much time every week going to the old school." Bat’s lesson.”

"Harry is the one who should complain more. The points deducted from him by the old bat in more than a month are almost the same as we did last year." George said objectively, "In any case, this semester's College Cup I guess it won’t be our part, Slytherin looks like it will win eight consecutive championships.”

"That's because the other deans are not as shameless as Old Bat, blatantly favoring their own house!" Fred said angrily, "Have you seen that arrogant boy from the Malfoy family? He has almost replaced Flint as the leader of the school. My most annoying classmate."

Their conversation quickly turned to denouncement of Malfoy and Snape, and soon Lee Jordan joined in.

And Regulus had already left the cloister and entered the interior of the castle.

Even though it was the weekend, the faculty and staff were busy.

At the entrance of the auditorium, Hagrid and Filch were arranging several giant pumpkins.

In the eyes of others, Hagrid can do this job alone, and Filch's role is not too obvious.

At the end of the long table, Professor Flitwick stood on a very high ladder, turning the candles floating on the ceiling into the shape of jack-o'-lanterns. When he saw Regulus walking into the auditorium, the Charms professor waved his hand exaggeratedly. Saying hello, I almost fell off the ladder.

Seeing such a scene, Regulus, who had no sense of time, just remembered that Halloween was coming soon.

Last Halloween, they rescued Harry Potter from a ragtag group of men led by Peter Pedro and Gilderoy Lockhart, opening the door to the wizarding world for the boy-who-lived. The door also cleared the wrongs of his brother Sirius.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Regulus was a little emotional, but now was not the time to be emotional. He quickly came to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Dumbledore, who always had sweets in his hands, was uncharacteristically different this time. There was only a crystal bottle on the table, which contained a silver flocculent substance.

"Kingsley sent this thing five minutes ago. I think you already know what it is." Dumbledore pointed at the crystal bottle and said, "Let's go and have a look. Maybe we can get some information from here... "

Regulus was very familiar with the contents of the crystal bottle.He was often in this office last semester, reviewing past events and exploring secrets.

"...It's not easy to get these memories." Dumbledore took out the pensieve, poured the memory in the crystal bottle into it, and slowly shook his head, "If Cornelius sees that his confidant has been working with me Stay in close contact, you won’t be happy.”

"So sometimes the more things you know, the more worries you have." Regulus walked to his desk and looked at the memories spinning in the pensieve, "But it seems that I will have one more worry today. "

After saying that, he plunged into the Pensieve and landed in front of a cabin in the valley.

About two meters in front of him, Quirrell was wearing a purple wizard's robe, walking along the cobblestone path, passing through the lush plants in his garden, towards his wooden house.

Regulus looked at each other and Dumbledore, who then entered the memory, followed Quirrell into the wooden house.

The furnishings in the room were not much different from the last time Regulus went there.The only difference is that the table is clean, and there are no messy tools for making wild flower specimens that were piled up last time.

I saw Quirrell first taking out a bag of Flobber caterpillars and throwing them into the glass cabinet containing the giant iguana, and then watering his potted plants with poisonous tentacles.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary.

Only the fortune teller kept whining in a low voice.

Regulus glanced out the window, the sun was shining brightly.

When he looked at the fortune telling bird again, he already realized something was wrong: "Principal, I remember that fortune telling birds only chirp when it rains heavily, or in winter..."

Gu Jiuo Quilo was still wiping his ornaments and humming a little tune.

Regulus felt helpless about this. This had already happened, and he had no way of reminding Quirrell.

At this moment, Quirrell's hand wiping the Tebo warthog's skull suddenly paused, and his expression changed slightly, as if he had discovered something.

But he continued to do what he was doing. After wiping the Tebbo warthog skull, he began to clean the dust on an ornament similar to the Mayan Quetzalcoatl totem.

Until a red light broke through the door and hit the back of his head.

Quirrell reacted quickly, stretching out his wand from his armpits behind him, placing the Iron Armor Curse between himself and the attacker, sending the red light flying out diagonally, shattering the window.

Then he turned and faced his attacker - a tall, thin, gray-haired wizard wearing a mask that covered his face.

"You... who are you?"

The attacker answered Quirrell's question with a poison spell. Quirrell bent down to dodge the spell, and counterattacked with an eye curse, but it was also blocked by the opponent.

Although the attacker did not show his face, his hairstyle, figure and voice of chanting a spell were enough for Regulus to recognize his identity.After all, they had just fought in the forest a few days ago.

"Travers...he is very important, and he was sent to such a far away place." Regulus stood in front of the fireplace, watching the fierce battle between the two, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, "Principal, Quirrell..."

"Quilinas is a very talented wizard, but for some reasons, he has been laughed at since he was a child." Dumbledore interrupted Regulus, with a bit of regret and regret in his tone, "So He is not satisfied with the status quo and has been hoping that those who think he is a ridiculous weirdo will look at him with admiration."

"So he had already discovered that there was an ambush, but he didn't run away immediately. He just wanted to catch that person and prove his strength?" Regulus sighed, "It's a pity that things went against his wishes..."

The duel between Quirrell and Travers was fierce, but the cabin suffered a disaster. It was soon riddled with holes, the breeding box was broken, and the large iguana inside also ran out.

Just as the duel reached a stalemate, another rough voice appeared in the hole in the house and shouted: "Avada Kedavra!"

A fatal green light spurted out from the man's wand, Quirrell's face turned pale, and he was almost hit by Travers' spell in a daze.

But the person who cast the spell was not very accurate. The spell missed Quirrell by about one meter and flew straight to the fireplace, which happened to be where Regulus locked the door while "spectating".

Regulus subconsciously avoided the green light that could not cause any harm to him. A corner of the fireplace suddenly cracked, and the fortune teller's perch originally placed on it fell to the ground.

The bird let out a long whine, flapped its wings, and flew away from the broken window.

Quirrell ignored the divining bird and hurriedly responded with two spells and threw the poisonous tentacles on the ground, forcing the two attackers to stop their attack and deal with the frantically waving thorny vines first.

After getting some breathing time, Quirrell stood firm against the wall, and then he saw the second attacker clearly: he was a tall man with short blond hair, and he was dressed like a stevedore at the dock.

"We'll kill him and that's it." The man walked up to Travers and pointed his wand at Quirrell. The skin on the back and wrist of his right hand was pitted and pitted as if it had been burned by fire.

Travers was tall and thin, but this guy was half a head taller and twice as wide.

"I know who this person is...it's Dolphin Roll." Regulus stared at the blond man and said slowly, "Although he is wearing a mask, the scars on his hands are unmistakable. I didn’t hear anything from him throughout last year, but I saw him here. This guy likes to cause havoc..."

Quirrell's expression also changed. He could still protect himself against Travers alone, but facing two enemies at the same time, he was a little powerless.

"You... why... why do you want to kill... kill me?"

Rohr was about to speak, but was stopped by Travers: "Why are you asking so many questions..."

Before he finished speaking, Travers suddenly jumped to the side as if he had discovered something, while Rolle was still standing there stupidly.

The next moment, the Tebo warthog's skull seemed to be alive, and it suddenly charged at a speed faster than Nimbus 2000. Rolle was knocked into the air, and one of his thighs was cut by the skull's fangs. A big bloody hole came out.

The skull smashed into the wall behind Rolle and knocked the plants in the garden upside down.

But that's all. After all, it's just a skull, and it can't compare with the power of a real Tebo warthog when it goes on a rampage.

Quirrell threw the Quetzalcoatl totem out again. The totem grew larger in the air like a balloon, and the Quetzalcoatl carved on it also came to life. It spread its wings and flew towards Travers, revealing its sharp Fangs.

"Hmph! It's all fancy." Travers snorted coldly, and hit the Quetzalcoatl totem with a series of crushing spells.

Although the Quetzalcoatl transformed by the totem looked fierce, its flexibility was limited. Soon its two wings were blown to pieces, and then its head was blown to pieces by Travers.

A look of despair finally appeared on Quirrell's face.

The wildflower specimens hanging in the glass frames on the wall have been scattered all over the floor. The glass frames are broken and the petals are flying in all directions, which seems to indicate that their owners' lives will also wither.

The fireplace was also turned into a pile of ruins, and Baibbers' scimitar, which was originally hung above the fireplace, had slipped out of its scabbard and lay quietly among the burned wood.

At this time, Rolle had stood up again and tied the wound on his thigh with a strip of cloth. After the injury, Rolle, who was already grumpy, became even crazier. He seemed to know that the accuracy of his spell was not very good. , this time simply no longer use spells such as Avada Kedavra that need to hit the enemy, but instead continue to use magic such as "Thunderbolt Explosion" and "Fire Blazing" that can cause range attacks.

The hut suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire. Quirrell was blown away by the aftermath of the explosion and fell heavily to the ground. One leg was dripping with blood and the bones were poked out.

Rohr laughed loudly and kept throwing spells around. Even Travers was a little embarrassed to avoid his crazy attacks.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and Travers let out a sharp scream. He saw that the scimitar had been inserted into his stomach at some point, stabbing him through.

Quirrell fell to the ground with a smile on his face, and then a fireball engulfed him.

The memory disappeared into fragments, and Regulus and Dumbledore returned to the principal's office.