demon hunter at hogwarts

Chapter 176 The least favorite holiday

Soon, the news spread like wildfire that Regulus would return to Hogwarts as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

After the students learned about this incident, they wrote letters to tell their parents. In less than two days, almost everyone knew about it.

In the morning, Regulus yawned as he walked down the stairs, ready for breakfast.

"As far as I know, you won't be able to sleep until you wake up naturally every morning like you do now." Sirius's feet were on the table, and the two back legs of the chair were dangling on the floor. Holding a sausage.

"Generally speaking, I'm the one who wakes up earlier." Regulus said calmly, "Today was an accident. I had trouble sleeping last night."

"Yo? Our Professor Black is actually so nervous that he has insomnia?" Sirius almost leaned back as if he heard some funny joke, "You don't think there are Death Eaters ambushing you on your way to work, do you? "

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and two vines sprouted from the floor, supporting the chair and turning it into a recliner.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Regulus pointed to his left forearm, "He is very angry, I can feel it."

"That's probably because the Death Eaters messed up other things." Sirius threw a paper ball towards Regulus. The paper ball turned into a paper airplane in the air, and Regulus gently picked it off. down.

There were two lines written in a scrawled handwriting on it. After he read it, he immediately raised his head and stared at Sirius.

"As you can see, Avery was caught by the guards for trying to break into a 'first-class security door' in the Department of Mysteries." Sirius said, "The Ministry of Magic held a secret trial on him overnight, but he He insisted that he took the 'Crazy Potion' by mistake and did this, but because there was no evidence, the Ministry of Magic had no choice but to let him go."

"That door shouldn't lead to the Prophecy Hall," Regulus said with a gloomy expression.

"It seems that Dumbledore has told you the prophecy about Harry and Voldemort." Sirius took his feet off the table and said seriously, "Judging from the time, Voldemort was angry because of Avery's mistake. ... He must really want to know why he was defeated by a baby in the first place."

"It seems that he wants to do a lot..." Regulus sat across from Sirius, "This will make it very difficult for us... We don't know what his real purpose is, so we have to Be prepared for every possible problem, and manpower will inevitably be scattered..."

"So even I, an idler, have to do some part-time work." Sirius took a bite of sausage and said vaguely, "Tonight, I will be a non-staff employee of the Ministry of Magic, specifically guarding the Prophecy Hall. door."

Regulus' hand cutting the omelette stopped on top of the plate.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go and guard the Prophecy Hall. If Avery is caught this time, Voldemort will definitely send someone more powerful. By then, it will be unrealistic to expect the Ministry of Magic's guards." Sirius said nonchalantly, " Not only me, but also Moon Face, Arthur Weasley and Dedalus Digger will all be involved in this operation... Although I think Digger should be replaced by a more reliable person, if It would be great if Dorje Podmore's brain could return to normal..."

"Whose idea was this, Dumbledore? I have to talk to him." Regulus put down his knife and fork and said seriously, "What we do is playing into the hands of the Dark Lord."

"What better way do you have?" Sirius shook the hair out of his eyes and asked with a smile, "As you said, Voldemort wants us to feel troubled and anxious, and at every step We’ve sent more manpower, but we can’t really let him get the prophecy, right? So we have to go ahead and do it even though we know it’s not good for us.”

Regulus was about to speak, but Sirius raised his hand to stop him.

"I know what you want to say. Pretend to give up the prophecy and lure Voldemort into a trap." Sirius continued, "But we already used this trick once last year to catch that bastard Peter. You can't expect Voldemort to be stupid enough. You have to make the same mistake a second time, right?"

At this time, Regulus was speechless and couldn't say anything.

"I have to remember your current expression." Sirius said, "There are not many opportunities to completely render you speechless."

"I just don't want to have a meaningless argument." Regulus rolled his eyes at him. "If I want to argue, I can talk to you for three days and three nights, but what's the point? The war has already begun. Although many people Didn’t even realize it.”

"You're right, the war has begun, but that's how war is. We can't always be the dominant side." Sirius snapped his fingers, and a snowball fell from the sky. "But you, why have you become worried about gains and losses? That person at the beginning Where is Regulus who ran into the cave to fish out Voldemort's Horcrux?"

"The situation is different. At that time, I had nothing to cherish, so I would die if I died." Regulus turned the snowball into bubbles floating in the air, "But it is different now. There are many things that I... don't want to lose yet." ."

"Hmph... hypocritical." Sirius jumped up from the chair and put the leather jacket hanging on the wall on his body, "Speaking of which, Dumbledore agreed to give you double your salary?"

"No, I only asked him for [-]% more." Regulus forced a smile, "I wonder how much subsidy the Ministry of Magic gives to non-staff employees?"

"Not a single Nat..." Sirius said, put the helmet on his head, turned around and went out.

Ten seconds later, the wild roar of the motorcycle sounded on the street outside the door, and then quickly disappeared.

Regulus sighed, and after hastily finishing his breakfast, he returned to the study and began to pack his things.

Regarding the course, he was actually not worried. After all, the last semester hadn't been long and he was already familiar with it. He just needed to spend some time understanding the progress of the course with the students.

As for the prophecy hidden in the Department of Mysteries, Dumbledore has already arranged for manpower to guard it, which means that he does not need to worry about it - not yet.

Sirius seemed to quickly get into his new job: he would finish his dinner at dawn every day and then set off; he would stay vigil in the Department of Mysteries all night, and he would go home before the Ministry of Magic staff went to work, hastily After taking a bite of something that I don't know if it's dinner or breakfast, I finally go back to my bedroom and fall asleep with my head covered, and the cycle continues.

Regulus, on the other hand, worked hard to get back into the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. After all, as a professor, if you are late because you overslept, you will easily set a bad example for your students.

This resulted in that only the morning and night every day were the time when both of them were awake, and during this short period of time, they tacitly agreed not to continue discussing any issues about how to deal with Voldemort.

Until Halloween morning.

On this day, Sirius did not fall asleep as soon as he came back as he had done several times before. Instead, he poured himself two cups of strong black coffee, shaved off the stubble that he usually didn't care much about, and also wiped the stubble on his body. The Muggle biker's attire changed into formal attire.

Gu Cadmium</span> "Have an appointment?" Regulus couldn't help but ask when he saw how seriously he took care of his image.

"We have an appointment." Sirius' voice was a little hoarse, and he cleared his throat, "To be honest...it's been ten years, and I have to go see James and talk to him for a while...you know, since that day From now on, Halloween has become my least favorite holiday, hahahaha..."

Regulus immediately understood what it meant to laugh harder than cry. He immediately turned around and pretended to be interested in today's Daily Prophet, allowing Sirius to wipe the corners of his eyes.

After about half a minute, Sirius's chaotic breathing gradually became stable.

"Harry doesn't know about this, does he?" Regulus buried his head in the newspaper, his voice a little muffled.

"No one wants to mention it," Sirius said dryly. "Halloween is just Halloween to him."

"I understand." Regulus nodded, "I wish you all the best."

Sirius set out for Godric's Hollow and told Regulus before leaving that he would not be coming back today.

Therefore, Regulus also decided to go to Hogwarts early.

The entire auditorium was decorated with a Halloween atmosphere. A large group of real bats were flying around on the ceiling of the auditorium. Some even hung themselves upside down on pumpkin lanterns made into ghost faces; hundreds of pumpkins were carved into the hall. Adult villains were arranged by the walls and corners, looking at every student passing by with strange eyes; the two huge pumpkins at the entrance of the auditorium wore wizard hats and spit out one or two flames from their mouths from time to time, making them cry out in fear. The grade students screamed from time to time.

Most of the teachers were eating breakfast in the auditorium. When they saw Regulus coming in with his briefcase, they all greeted him warmly.

There were only two seats available, one of course for poor Quirrell, and the other seat... Regulus quickly glanced around the auditorium and discovered that there was a man with a hooked nose and greasy hair missing in the room. .

"Where is Professor Snape?" he couldn't help but ask Professor McGonagall.

"Severus doesn't seem to like Halloween very much. If it's not an occasion where he has to attend, he always shuts himself in the office." Professor McGonagall replied, "As for the reason, we never asked."

"I see." After hearing what Professor McGonagall said, Regulus stopped asking.

Deep down, he felt a little sad that Sirius and Snape, two guys who were incompatible with each other and would pull out their wands to duel within three sentences of each other, actually reached a wonderful consensus on hating Halloween. .

Sirius was killed because his best friend James Potter was unfortunately killed on this day, but what about Snape?Is it because his image is too close to that of a bat and is easily misunderstood?

Regulus was puzzled. When he gave up trying to figure out Snape's inner world, he found himself in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

No one has come into this office since Quirrell's accident, but the hard-working house elves can always keep the room spotless without touching any personal belongings.

In just two months, Quirrell put a distinct personal stamp on this office: the wall where Regulus used to pin sticky notes is now covered with various framed wild flower specimens. , there are even wolfsbane flowers and fang geraniums among them.

On a smaller table was a set of tools for pressing specimens, including scissors and glue. It seemed that Quirrell preferred to use the Muggle way to make these specimens.

On the larger desk, in addition to textbooks, there are some students' homework that have not yet been corrected.

Out of curiosity, he pulled out a piece of homework.

The handwriting on the parchment is quite neat and organized, and the title reads: Characteristics of Werewolves.

1. When a werewolf is in wolf form, compared with ordinary wolves, the muzzle is slightly shorter, the pupils are smaller, and the facial features are relatively closer to humans.

2. When not transformed, they look like older normal people, and become paler as the full moon approaches.

3. The hair on the werewolf's tail is tufted, which is different from ordinary wolves.

4. Real wolves are not very aggressive and they rarely attack humans except under special circumstances.But werewolves almost exclusively target humans and do not pose much danger to other animals.In Muggles' perception, wolves are ferocious predators. This is because they cannot distinguish the difference between werewolves in animal form and ordinary wolves, and confuse the two.

After the four titles, the content of each title was discussed in detail, which was two feet long. It can be seen that this student has a very solid grasp of theoretical knowledge.

Regulus glanced at the signature. It was Cedric Diggory.

He put the parchment back on the table and showed a satisfied smile. According to the examination standards, Cedric's assignment would have no faults at all.

But in Regulus's impression, third-year students should learn about werewolves in the second half of the semester, but Quirrell moved this part to the second month of school. In this way, he originally planned to A good teaching plan may need some fine-tuning.

In addition to these, there are also some strange ornaments in the house that Regulus has seen before, such as masks and totems. They are all souvenirs obtained by Quirrell when he traveled around the world.

Regulus summoned two house elves from the kitchen and packed all Quirrell's things into a large wooden box, but he soon ran into trouble again.

Because Quirrell's home had been blown into ruins in a duel with two Death Eaters, and Quirrell himself was still lying unconscious in the Curse Injury Department of St. Mungo's Hospital, there was no place to put these luggage.

In the end, he simply found Filch and asked the janitor to find a warehouse to store the box of things temporarily.

"I hope Professor Quirrell can come and retrieve his things in person." He said to Filch.

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