demon hunter at hogwarts

According to tradition, all teachers and students of Hogwarts attend the Halloween dinner.

Like last year, it was very rare that the principal and several professors were missing from the banquet.

Senior students are already familiar with the school's Halloween dinner, but for freshmen, this kind of big scene is still new.

The last time they attended a banquet of this size was the opening dinner two months ago.

After class, the little wizards walked through the corridors in small groups and rushed to the auditorium, which had been decorated with special Halloween decorations.

"... I heard from Fred and George that the school will have some special ways to celebrate Halloween, which will often scare you... At last year's banquet, those pumpkins suddenly came to life and made a mess in the auditorium. Later, people I just found out who put the gnome into the pumpkin..." Ron introduced Halloween-related matters to the people around him in a serious manner, "I don't know where Harry went. You should listen to what he said on Halloween last year. Experience is the excitement.”

Neville and Dean Thomas listened attentively, fearing they would miss any detail.

"Then what surprises do you think there will be this time?" Dean asked. He grew up in a Muggle family, and most of Halloween consisted of dressing up and trick-or-treating to ask for candy. He had never experienced such a wizard-style festival.

"They might put the banshee in... The banshee's voice goes so well with the Halloween atmosphere..." Seamus said, and then he seemed to be startled by his own idea, his face turned a little green, and his footsteps He also slowed down and said, "I think...this dinner...isn't it okay if you don't go?"

"Banshees are not that scary. My mother's favorite singer, Celestina Warbeck, has a banshee choir that sings specifically to accompany her." Ron said seriously, "Actually, as long as it's not a spider, I'm not afraid of it, even if it's not a spider. They put the troll in, and I have a way to deal with it..."

"Bragging." As soon as Ron finished speaking, a arrogant voice sounded next to the boys, "Ronald Weasley, you can't even use a levitating spell. I want to know what you are going to do." To deal with the troll?”

An image of a man with fluffy and thick hair immediately appeared in Ron's mind. He blushed and shouted to Hermione, who was still holding a large pile of books: "I...I can always find a way! If it happens today, Someone let a giant monster in, let me kill it!"

Hermione let out a contemptuous sneer from her nose, obviously not taking Ron's words seriously.

"No one would put trolls into the school." Another voice interrupted their argument, "And Mr. Weasley, as your teacher, I do not encourage first-year students to challenge trolls in principle. There's so little magic at hand, and trolls... is something I'd consider teaching in my sixth-grade class."

The young wizards immediately turned around and saw Regulus walking out of the secret passage behind a portrait. Walking with him was Harry, whom they had been looking for for a long time but could not find.

"Cool!" Ron immediately exclaimed exaggeratedly, "I don't think even Fred and George know there is a secret passage here!"

Regulus smiled softly and said, "Only teachers can use this passage."

Upon hearing this, Ron's face immediately fell.

"Children, why don't you go to the auditorium? The banquet is about to begin." After saying that, Regulus turned and walked into the auditorium.

"Harry! Where have you been? I haven't been able to find you!" Ron immediately jumped next to Harry and looked at him in circles, "We thought you were captured by Snape. He didn’t show up for the whole day…”

"Oh... I couldn't sleep because of a headache a few days ago? Professor Black has done some research on curse scars..." Harry touched his scar and explained, "I told Sirius about this, Maybe he told Professor Black..."

"What's going on?" Ron asked immediately, and Neville, Dean and Seamus also cast questioning glances.

After all, Harry had a terrible headache that night: his face was pale, he was sweating profusely, and he kept talking nonsense in his sleep.They were all frightened and went to ask Madam Pomfrey to come over.

"It's because of the weather...it's okay." Harry decided not to tell Ron what Regulus had just said to him in front of so many people.

"It's okay... let's go." Ron pulled Harry into the auditorium. After glancing at the staff table, his face turned even darker, "Hell... I thought Snape wasn't coming."

Sitting next to Regulus on the staff bench was Snape.

Today, Snape looked paler and gloomier than usual. A pair of cold black eyes scanned the entire auditorium maliciously, and the students avoided his sight.

When most of the students began to lower their heads to deal with the sumptuous meal in front of them, Snape stared at Regulus through the reflection on the spoon and said: "I know what you have done recently, forgive me. Let me put it bluntly, you are wasting your efforts.”

"There is a story in the Muggle world. The general idea is that if you keep adding straw to the camel's back, one straw will eventually break the camel's back." Regulus smiled politely, "But you can't deny it. That’s what those straws in front do.”

Snape snorted and stabbed a piece of steak viciously with his fork.

At this time, Dumbledore gently tapped the wine glass in front of him with a spoon, and the auditorium suddenly fell silent.

The old principal stood up. The countless star-shaped and moon-shaped sequins on his dark blue robe shone brightly under the light of candles.

"Before everyone gets confused by the food, I have a few words to say to you." Dumbledore said. "I regret to announce that Professor Quirrell will not be able to come back to us this school year. But luckily Fortunately, Professor Black graciously agreed to return to school to fill the gap in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course."

After speaking, he pointed in the direction of Regulus. Regulus stood up and bowed to the students in the auditorium as a greeting.

There was a round of warm applause from the audience, only Snape symbolically patted the back of his right hand a few times with his left hand before giving up.

"The second thing is more serious. From today on, teachers need to be careful not to let students go to the Forbidden Forest to complete confinement tasks." Dumbledore said, "As for all students, although I have repeatedly reiterated that the Forbidden Forest is not yours It's a place you should go, but there are always some people who don't care about these words... What I want to say today is that the Forbidden Forest has become more dangerous than before. If you don't want to encounter an accident and die in pain, you'd better restrain your curiosity. Heart, stay away from there.”

Regulus believed that Dumbledore's words could only be counterproductive to students who were eager to explore.

Sure enough, several people around the Gryffindor table showed eager expressions, including the Weasley twins and Harry.

Gu Yu</span>Their expressions were so obvious that Dumbledore had no reason not to notice, but the old principal just smiled, signaled the banquet to start, and sat down.

Regulus looked across the long table at Dumbledore with doubtful eyes, but saw the old headmaster blinking slightly.Next to him, Snape was cutting the food with a table knife, using too much force and making a clanging sound.

"Would you like to bet that Potter will run into the Forbidden Forest tonight to take a closer look?" Snape squeezed out these words through his teeth. "Then you have to get up from the bed and get him away from those monsters." Save it in your mouth.”

"No need to bet, you win." Regulus said.

The Halloween dinner was calm, and there were no trolls, banshees or goblins coming out to cause trouble. This made Ron, who was eager to prove himself, a little disappointed, and found that he had been tricked by his two brothers again.

And Harry did not run into the Forbidden Forest to explore that night as Snape said, which made Snape, who guarded the door of the corridor until midnight, a little disappointed.

The next day, study and life went on normally.

What the first-year wizards are most looking forward to is Regulus's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In their opinion, because Professor Quirrell's class was really just unsatisfactory, and Snape's one week of substitute teaching was a disaster for students other than Slytherin House.

Since breakfast time, students have been discussing what kind of lesson their new teacher can bring to them.

"Today we can finally have a decent Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Ron said vaguely, holding a chicken leg in his mouth. "Fred and George say every day how interesting and exciting Professor Black's class is. In comparison, Professor Quirrell's class is like our mother telling us a bedtime story."

"By the way Harry, he is your godfather's brother, right? You live together, has he taught you anything?" Seamus Finnigan came over with a face full of soot. He had just tried to turn cereal into Butterbeer, unfortunately caused an explosion, and the left eyebrow was burned off, which was a very funny look.

"I read his notes before going to school, but those spells were all taught to me by Sirius." Harry finally decided to answer truthfully, "So I'm not a genius, I just learned it earlier than you..."

"That's great...My parents never wanted to teach me magic. They always said that I would set the house on fire, or turn myself into a ghoul or something...It would be better to go to school and let the teacher teach me." Ron said. Face said longingly, "I also want to have a murderer as my godfather, so no one dares to mess with me."

"Don't you think your words are rude? Ronald Weasley?" A stern female voice immediately criticized, "Harry's godfather is innocent, and no one wants to be regarded as a murderer."

Ron turned around and met Hermione's dissatisfied eyes.

"You sound like you know Sirius very well." Ron took out a set of Chadley Cannons cards and waved them in front of Hermione, "Did you see this? He gave me this, a complete set of star cards. , and bring an autograph, he won’t mind these harmless jokes.”

Harry looked at them helplessly.

In normal times, Ron is humorous and a good partner who values ​​loyalty, but occasionally he can be sarcastic because of his low self-esteem.Hermione is smart, studious, upright and helpful, but she always likes to give others condescending instructions.

These two people seem to be born with incompatible characters. When they meet, they can't say a few words and it will turn into a quarrel.

So he had to play the role of peacemaker, which he was not good at.

At the Slytherin table, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle were all sitting around Malfoy. From a distance, their discussion was more serious than the Gryffindors. Be more harmonious.

But if anyone got close enough to hear what they were discussing...

"Draco, I heard that Professor Black is your cousin?" Pansy leaned next to Draco and pointed at Regulus who was chatting with Professor Flitwick on the staff bench, "He looks too Young..."

"The noble and oldest Black family...my mother said that they are almost finished." Zabini, who was sitting opposite her, looked at the two people with his nostrils and said disdainfully, "This Professor Black, and that one The traitor to the family, Sirius Black, is their only two remaining descendants who can inherit the family fortune and name."

"I heard that your mother pursued one of them, but failed..." Pansy said harshly, "Maybe she had a grudge and told you this on purpose. Professor Black has been quite popular recently. Woolen cloth!"

"It's a pity that you were born more than ten years late and didn't even have the chance to pursue them, Parkinson." There was no change in expression on Zabini's dark face, but there was a strange anger in his mouth without giving in. "But I think, Even if it declines to this point, no one from the Black family will look at your Parkinson family seriously."

"Stop arguing." Draco waved his hand tiredly, and Zabini snorted, leaning back in the chair and no longer looking at Pansy.

Pansy seemed to listen to Draco's words and immediately stopped making any sound. For a while, the only sounds around were the chewing sounds of Crabbe and Goyle eating.

Draco seemed to enjoy this feeling of giving orders. He looked at the performance of several people with satisfaction, and then said slowly: "Not only is he my cousin, but my father and he knew each other before, and Nott's father also know him."

A thin Slytherin boy not far away heard Draco's words and nodded with several people.

Zabini showed a thoughtful expression. His mother was a famous courtesan in the wizarding world, so she naturally knew that Lucius Malfoy and Mr. Nott were both Death Eaters in the past.

From what Draco said, Professor Black seemed to have quite a complicated past.

"My dad told me it was best not to make him angry," Draco said seriously. "He said the Black family were all crazy, except for my mother."

Crabbe and Goyle giggled at this.

"Draco is right." Marcus Flint suddenly came over and took a chicken drumstick from the plate in front of Crabbe and Goyle, "Last year I... uh... someone offended him, Being placed in solitary confinement...you can ask Montague and Warrington how things were going at that time...and don't expect him to be as partial to us as Professor Snape...except in Quidditch."