demon hunter at hogwarts

It's not that big of a news if good friends turn against each other.

Great men like King Arthur and Lancelot cannot escape the fate of drawing swords against each other in the end.

It's just that this kind of thing that should have appeared in the history books suddenly happened to an acquaintance around him, leaving Regulus stunned for a few seconds.

Soon, he calmed down.

"Where did you get all these rumors? Could it be that Rita Skeeter secretly sent you a manuscript that she hadn't had time to publish?"

"Of course not... When Harry was just born, Bathilda always went to James' house as a guest, and part of the stories she told were about Dumbledore and Grindelwald." Sirius said showily, "She She’s Grindelwald’s great-aunt, didn’t you expect that?”

"There are only so many pure-blood wizards in Europe, so it is inevitable that they are related. If you go back a few hundred years, you will find that the Dark Lord and Harry are still related."

"I haven't asked you why you are going to the Forbidden Forest at this time, and you are bringing the Malfoy cub with you." Sirius suddenly changed the subject, "You won't tell me that Harry has become a good friend with him, and then you bring him They went out at night in violation of school rules..."

"Very good association ability, but unfortunately it is not the case." Regulus said bluntly, "Hagrid has raised a dragon, and your godson has been taking care of him for about a month."

"No wonder Harry often runs to his hut." Sirius suddenly realized, "This kid didn't even tell me..."

"By the way, speaking of dragons, this dragon egg was given to Hagrid by Gilderoy Lockhart." Regulus said, "I don't know what he is planning. Dumbledore said he had sent someone I went to investigate, but I decided to go and see for myself... You just said that you don’t need to know too much when doing things... On this point, we have completely different views."

Sirius was silent. He now knew that no one could persuade his brother to do what he decided to do.

"Okay, be careful." In the end, thousands of words turned into just a few words.

Of course, before investigating Gilderoy Lockhart, Regulus must first do his job well.

In third grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The desks and chairs had been piled into the corner, leaving an open space in the middle of the classroom, and the students were standing in front of a cabinet, listening to Regulus' explanation.

As a required test in the OWLs exam, how to expel Boggarts is an important lesson this school year.

"Some people think that you should not be exposed to such creatures at this age, but I don't think so." Regulus knocked on the cabinet containing the Boggart, "You can think about what you are most afraid of... No need to say it.”

The cabinet shook horribly, Alia Spinnet grabbed Angelina's arm, and Fred and George looked at each other with ugly smiles on their faces.

"You have already taken advantage of it. First of all, you know that there are only Boggarts here, not the thing you are really afraid of." Regulus' tone became serious, "This is what is so scary about Boggarts. , if you encounter it suddenly, you will not think that what appears in front of you is real or fake. Every month, people are sent to St. Mungo's because they are frightened by Boggart pranks and have mental problems... Fortunately, you are still young and have never seen real terror, so it won’t be difficult to deal with Boggarts...recite the spell with me first...funny and funny!"

"Funny!"

"Very good, you will fight Boggarts one after another in a while. When reciting the spell, you need to imagine a funny scene. If successful, the Boggarts will be forced to become what you imagined." Gulus directed everyone to line up.

The Weasley twins, who were usually laughing and joking, stood behind Angelina today, wilting like eggplants beaten by frost.

Montague was the first to walk to the cabinet.

After opening the cabinet door, what appeared in front of him was a dirty and broken toilet.

The little wizards burst into laughter, and even Regulus couldn't help laughing and coughed twice.

Ever since being stuffed into the toilet by the Weasley brothers, Montague has been brooding about this. It seems that this incident has left a great psychological shadow on him.

"Slippery... funny!" Montague shouted loudly.

The toilet changed, and a head emerged from it, which looked exactly like Fred George.

A trace of a revengeful smile appeared on Mengtai's face, but the expressions of other students looking at him became very strange.

There was a human head floating in the toilet. It was not funny at all, but more scary.

Regulus frowned and said, "Next, Spinnet!"

Arya walked past Montague, and after a convulsion in the toilet, she turned into Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team.

He angrily approached Arya and told her that she had been kicked off the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Angelina laughed, but Fred and George, the two usually liveliest guys, just grinned ugly.

"What's going on with you two!" Angelina stepped on Fred and said, "I can laugh at her for a week! I want to see how she deals with this 'Wood'!"

"You two must be sick, right?" Li Jordan also came over, "Did you feel nauseated after eating the can of cockroaches yesterday?"

"Stay aside." Fred said with a livid face, "I'm in good health."

Over there, under Alia's spell, the Boggart turned into Wood, and danced a dance that the real Wood would never do in public, making the whole class laugh.

Everyone quickly forgot about Monta's weird toilet, and walked to the cabinet one by one to deal with the Boggart.

As Regulus expected, the things that little wizards of this age fear are only things that look scary, or things that have left some psychological shadow on them.

He didn't expect these little wizards to quickly understand what "truly terrifying things" were.

If possible, he hoped the students never understood what it was.

Finally, it was George Weasley's turn.

After a chaotic flash of light and shadow, a man who looked exactly like him appeared in front of George.

It's just that the man's face was pale, his lips were blue, a stream of blood was flowing down his face, his empty eyes were wide open, and he was lying on the floor with his limbs spread out. He was obviously dead.

"Slip...slip..." That simple spell just didn't want to come out of George's mouth. His hand holding the wand was trembling, and the joints of his fingers had turned white.

Meng Tai on the side made a malicious mocking sound. He had always wanted to see the two brothers suffer, but due to his poor popularity, every time he wanted to retaliate, he would always use one-on-one.

"Mr. Weasley." Regulus saw something was wrong and prepared to deal with the Boggart himself.

But Fred suddenly yelled: "You idiot, I'm here!"

Gu Biao seemed to think that yelling wasn't enough, so Fred simply went up and kicked George in the butt.

George turned back blankly, just in time to see his brother standing in front of him alive.

He then pointed his wand at the Boggart again and spoke the spell clearly.

Fred's body stood up from the ground, and the wizard's robe was changed into a Santa Claus costume. Then a white beard as rich as Dumbledore's appeared on "Fred's" face. Tie a knot and tap dance.

"I definitely can't do this dance, it's too stupid." Fred smiled and punched George.

After this small episode, the rest of the course went smoothly. Many young wizards even looked forward to playing against Boggarts and made bets on what Boggarts would become.As the class came to an end, their guess became what Boggart would look like in front of Professor Black.

"Very good, you have mastered this spell, but remember, what really defeats it is your willpower." Regulus poured cold water on the excited students, "I don't expect you to understand it now. ...The really scary thing is not the Boggart, but being forced to face your own heart."

Due to the continuous transformation and facing the crowd, the Boggart that was used as a teaching tool had lost its head and turned into a snake that was frantically eating its own tail.

Regulus walked up to it, preparing to shut it back into the cabinet.

After a "pop" sound, the Boggart turned into a dead, skinny black dog.

"Funny."

The black dog turned into something similar to a coat of arms, spinning on the ground. Regulus waved his wand lazily, and the coat of arms was thrown into the cabinet, and the cabinet door closed with a click.

"Assignment, read the chapter about the Boggart and write a synopsis, two feet long. get out of class dismissed."

After this class, Montaigne, George and Aria's Boggarts became the talk of the town in both houses. For this reason, Wood increased the training volume of the Gryffindor Quidditch team to every Friday. Second-rate.

"Why is Professor Black afraid of dead dogs?"

"I heard that the Black family's crest is a dog...but there's no reason for that?"

"How about we go ask him?"

"I'm just talking...and Professor Black won't be here all afternoon..."

At this time, the Professor Black they were talking about was sitting in the Pig's Head Bar, concentrating on the drink in front of him.

As usual, those black market merchants who bought and sold prohibited items all regarded the Pig's Head Bar as the only safe meeting place in Hogsmeade. In one night, Regulus saw at least three groups of people buying the items they wanted here. .

Among them was Mundungus Fletcher, a man with a full beard and a strange turban who disguised himself as an Arabian wizard and sold shaved rats in his store.

According to him, just write the names of your enemies on those mice, hang them over the candle flame and bake them for a few hours, then tear off the skin of the spell written on the ring finger of your left hand and stick it on the mice, your enemy. You will suffer terrible misfortune within seven days.

Of course Regulus didn't believe such nonsense, but what he couldn't believe was that someone actually paid a high price of ten galleons to buy his rats.

Of course, as soon as Mundungus collected the money, he was recognized by the bar owner with an outstanding memory. Naturally, the stolen money was withheld and he was thrown onto the street.

Time passed quickly, and as midnight approached, all the guests in the bar left one after another, leaving only Regulus sitting by the window with half of the wine in his glass, which was like boiling lava.

"It's closing." The bar owner came over and said to Regulus in a rough voice.

"I want to ask you something..."

"do not know!"

After rudely interrupting Regulus' question, the bar owner raised a wooden board to block the window next to him.

The dust fell down, but before it touched Regulus' body, it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

"A month ago, Rubeus Hagrid got a dragon egg from a person here." Regulus seemed not to care about the bar owner's rude behavior at all, and said to himself, "That person is called Gilderoy Lockhart, I want to know what happened. Everyone says you have an excellent memory, so please don't let me down."

The bar owner picked up another iron stick, which looked like a door latch.

"If you don't get out, you'll have to sleep here with my goat tonight."

Regulus wasn't angry either, he just stared at the bar owner with a smile. He was already very old, his hair and beard were all messy, and his original appearance could not be seen.

Only those piercing bright blue eyes could not be concealed by anything.

"You can tell Dumbledore, why can't you tell me?"

Hearing these words, the bar owner threw down the door latch, a wand slipped out of his sleeve, was held in his hand, and a powerful spell was directed at Regulus.

However, Regulus was well prepared and used the Iron Armor Curse to deflect the bar owner's spell.

Different from his rough and vulgar appearance, the bar owner's dueling skills are quite exquisite. His spells are accurate and cruel, and he shows no mercy at all. All kinds of curses are poured out at Regulus like a barrage. The dilapidated wooden walls of the bar are very... It was about to be riddled with holes in the aftermath of the spell.

"Sure enough, as in the legend, he is used to speaking with his wand instead of his mouth." Regulus secretly thought, and his guess about the identity of the bar owner was gradually being confirmed.

A few villagers who were still asleep outside the house heard the noise and poked their heads through the broken wall of the bar. As a result, the bar owner unceremoniously swung a water dragon at them.

"It's that guy who's drunk and crazy again. Ignore him." The villagers cursed and walked away.

"It seems that your popularity is not very good." Regulus smiled.

"What is popularity? I don't need this!" The bar owner roared like an angry goat and fired a spell at Regulus.

But this time, Regulus did not dodge and stood still.

"Are you crazy? Get away!" The bar owner's face changed, but the blue light ball of the spell had already flown to Regulus's face. He had no doubt that the power of his spell was enough to blow this annoying boy's face into pieces. Rotten watermelon.

Another faint ripple flashed through the air, and the light group flickered for a few times before disappearing.

The bar owner was stunned, and then he suddenly turned his head and looked outside as if he had discovered something.

Dumbledore was standing in the street.