demon hunter at hogwarts

Soon, Harry became the busiest first-year student in all of Hogwarts.

While the other little wizards were busy having snowball fights, Harry had to spend two nights a week learning Occlumency.

His friends quickly discovered something was wrong, because every time after Harry received "Defence Against the Dark Arts Tutoring", he would return to the lounge in a daze and with eyes blank.

So they decided to find Harry to find out.

"Occlumency?" Ron looked confused, "What is that? How do you seal off the brain?"

"Of course your brain with a capacity of only one teaspoon does not need to be closed." Hermione said bluntly, "But I happened to read it in a book... Although this spell is useful, it is very difficult to learn, and most people don't know how to do it. Waste of time learning this.”

"But Harry is not an ordinary person." Ron glanced at the scar on Harry's forehead and said matter-of-factly.

"Don't say that." Harry frowned slightly, pulled down a few strands of hair to cover the scar, and said depressedly, "I'd rather not have this thing."

"Sorry." Ron said hurriedly, "You know I didn't mean it..."

"I know..." Harry forced a smile.

Hermione suddenly began to wink at the two of them desperately from the side, but they were completely unaware that the terrible danger had arrived.

Behind them, Snape's gloomy face penetrated the dense fog in the classroom, looking down at Harry and Ron. The whole class stopped what they were doing and looked at this corner of the classroom.

"Brother...do you think it's too quiet?" Ron suddenly seemed to realize something. He turned back slowly at a speed slower than a Flobber caterpillar. First he saw a pair of feet wearing black shoes on the ground. Then his eyes moved up and met Snape's cold black eyes.

And Harry was already sitting upright with his lips pursed, ready for the repertoire in every Potions class.

"Sorry for interrupting your wonderful discussion." Snape hissed, "Ten points from Gryffindor... You may have forgotten that you are still in my class... Or, you have already finished. The task for this class? Let me see your potion..."

Snape put his aquiline nose close to the cauldron, but was coughed repeatedly and frowned by the rancid smell like rotten eggs emanating from it.

Harry subconsciously wanted to laugh, but considering that the timing was not right, he bit the tip of his tongue to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

Snape, who was ashen-faced, waved his wand and cleared away the unknown liquid in the cauldron.

"The same recipe, if you don't stir it with the wand as required during the cooking process, you can only make a pot of rancid poison. I remember I said this in the first class." Snape Staring at Harry, he said in his most dangerous tone, "Obviously, for the famous Mr. Potter, there is no need to listen to the lectures in class. How could he care about these trivial things in class? He is destined to become the world leader. People who study the most famous wizard should not be confined to this small classroom, right, Potter?"

"Sir, that's my cauldron..." Ron hurriedly tried to defend Harry.

"Quiet!" Snape glanced at Ron with disgust, "Did I say, raise your hands before speaking? Ten points from Gryffindor!"

Ron raised his hand reluctantly, but Snape made no attempt to look at him.

Not far away, Draco had a sarcastic smile on his face, constantly imitating Ron's reaction when he turned around and saw Snape, making the Slytherin students burst into laughter, but Snape obviously decided to treat them behavior turns a blind eye.

"Both of you need to go through confinement to improve your memory." Snape finally made the verdict, "Well, come to my office tonight, there are some materials that need to be processed... By the way, you don't need to wear gloves. ."

The lunch at Hogwarts was as sumptuous as ever, but Harry tasted nothing of it.

After the freshness of the first semester wore off, he began to have more worries. Sometimes, he began to miss his days at No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Harry Potter?" A strange voice suddenly sounded in his ears, calling Harry back from his fugue state.

"Um...may I ask who you are?"

"Cedric Diggory, third year Hufflepuff." Cedric introduced himself, "Professor Black asked me to tell you to go to his office at eight o'clock tonight."

"But..." Harry hesitated, and finally did not tell Cedric that he was going to be imprisoned by Snape, "...I understand, thank you."

"If you need help with anything, just come to me!" Cedric said with a smile, "I watched your game and your flying was great... I am Hufflepuff's seeker. I hope to be able to compete with you." You have a great game.”

Harry laughed sheepishly, and Cedric turned back to the Hufflepuff table.

"That's great." Ron said quietly, "You don't have to go to Snape's place to be in solitary confinement...it is said that he likes to have people dispose of toad entrails..."

"More than that." Fred suddenly jumped out.

"We have made more disgusting materials." George immediately responded.

"Carnivorous slugs, whip spiders, acacia maggots..." Fred said each of the creepy terms with his fingers.

"You can't imagine it, but Snape can't do it." George concluded.

After the twins disgusted Ron, they whistled and went to find Lee Jordan, leaving Ron, whose face became increasingly paler, staring at the plate of fish soup in front of him that was getting less and less fragrant.

In the staff seat on the stage, Snape looked coldly at the scene happening next to the Gryffindor table.

"Black, can I understand that you are helping Potter escape punishment?" Snape suddenly turned to ask Regulus next to him, "I have to tell you, a pretentious student like Potter must always Only by polishing him can he put away his arrogance... Moreover, teaching him Occlumency is a waste of time from the beginning, I have already told Dumbledore."

"But the Headmaster let me continue to waste my time doing this because he felt it was necessary," Regulus said lightly, "and I agree with him."

"Really? As far as I know, Potter enjoys this feeling, which makes him feel special." Snape's eyes flashed with malice, "Just like his mediocre but arrogant father, you You should know something about it."

"From the appearance point of view, it is indeed the case...except for the eyes that look like Lily, the other places are exactly the same as James Potter." Regulus said, "Perhaps it is this that gave you a preconceived impression... …Severus?"

"It's boring." Snape came back to his senses and said rudely: "My reminder ends here. If you want to continue wasting time, please do so."

After Snape finished speaking, he dropped the unfinished lunch on the plate and left angrily. The robe he threw up almost caught on Professor Kettleburn's prosthetic limb.

In the end, Snape compromised and did not let Harry go to his place for confinement.

So poor Ron had to go to the storage room alone to deal with those horrible and disgusting potion materials.

While Ron was spending his hellish time in confinement, Harry came to Regulus' office.

To his surprise, Regulus did not let him in, but took him to the eighth floor under a huge tapestry.

"This is..." Harry suddenly remembered a place that Sirius had mentioned once.

"That's right, the Room of Requirement." Regulus said, "Because today's class requires a place that is absolutely quiet and undisturbed, I applied to the principal for this room... to place our teaching tools."

After saying that, Regulus began to pace back and forth under the tapestry and opened the door to the Room of Requirement.

Harry looked at the ancient patterns slowly emerging on the wall, and felt a little regretful. He had not thought of exploring this place for so long since school started.

He followed Regulus into the house. There was not much space inside, with only two chairs, a coffee table with an hourglass on it, and what looked like a screen covered with cloth beside the wall.

Regulus snapped his fingers, and the lights in the room turned on. Then he lifted off the cloth covering the thing, revealing a very majestic mirror: it was as high as the ceiling, with a golden frame and gorgeous decorations. Pattern, at the bottom are two claw-shaped feet, which serve as the base.

It's just that the mirror surface seems to be covered with a layer of fog, and only blurry figures can be seen from inside.

Harry walked to the mirror, looked at the line of talismans on it, and read slowly: "Looking into the valley, whitening my heart, you are the one in my heart, you are the moon, but it is not the same, I will see the king..." What does it mean?"

"You can try reading this line upside down," Regulus said.

"What I show is not just your face but your inner desires..."

Harry read this line several times, and he seemed to already know why such a mirror was placed here.

"Based on the progress of these lessons, I roughly know what is hindering our progress." Regulus said seriously, "Every time we practice, you always subconsciously want to see your parents, so you give up. Resistance to me... don't deny it! So we have to practice for this, and if we can't overcome it, we'll just keep wasting time, as Professor Snape said."

Harry nodded a little ashamedly.

"I might as well tell you that Occlumency is far beyond what first-year students learn." Regulus said, "But I thought you had been mentally prepared for a long time... Your godfather, when he first started school, When you are young, you can turn a chair into a dog with a wagging tail, and Snape, whom you hate the most, mastered more spells in the first grade than half of the seventh grade students, not to mention the headmaster and the Dark Lord. A level wizard."

After finishing speaking, Regulus turned the hourglass upside down, waved his wand, and the spell on the mirror was lifted, and the layer of fog disappeared.

Standing in front of the mirror, Harry suddenly saw the image that he had been trying to dig out from the deepest memory buried in his heart.

A beautiful red-haired woman stood behind Harry's figure in the mirror, her emerald green eyes were filled with tears, but she still smiled and raised a hand to wave to Harry outside the mirror.

Next to her was a tall, thin man with glasses and messy hair who looked almost exactly like Harry, except that his eyes were brown.

He had seen his parents in the photos collected by Sirius, but the photos had faded and the people in them were no longer active.

The two figures in the mirror were as vivid as if they were really standing behind him.

After an unknown amount of time, Regulus's voice seemed to come from a distant place, but Harry still refused to turn his head.

"Just watch for a little longer..." A voice sounded in his mind.

It wasn't until the fog covered the mirror again that Harry woke up completely.

"As you can see, this mirror will reflect the most urgent and intense desires deep in your heart. But it can only make you indulge in illusory delusions and forget about real life... It is basically useless." Regulus said, "But for you who need to practice Occlumency, this mirror is an excellent helper... What you have to do now is very simple, just make this mirror unable to see your heart, Those images will naturally not be displayed on it, are you ready?"

Harry adjusted his breathing and nodded.

The fog on the mirror was immediately removed. Harry looked at the mirror and soon fell into the sluggish state he had just been in.

Regulus sighed secretly.

He specially borrowed the Mirror of Erised from Dumbledore to help Harry practice Occlumency. The reason is that he doesn't like to invade other people's memories and look into private parts, especially since Harry still has a lot to hide. I am willing to share my unhappy childhood memories with others.

In comparison, the Mirror of Erised is a more ruthless opponent. It will not show any mercy to the person standing in front of it. No matter who it is, it will reflect the deepest desires in its heart.

Unless that person can completely close his brain and prevent the magic mirror from seeing his thoughts.

Regulus originally considered a Boggart, but the idea was quickly rejected.

Of course, the Boggart can't be transformed into a form that can scare the masters of Occlumency.

But for the newbie Harry, he obviously couldn't stop Boggart from peeking into his heart.

Another reason is that Regulus believes that if the Boggart meets Harry, it will appear as Harry imagined Voldemort.

Rather than constantly confronting the 11-year-old's worst fears, it would be better for him to face his deepest desires.

A few hours passed very quickly, and Harry did make some progress. From the beginning, he had to be reminded by Regulus to look away from the illusion in the mirror, to when he could struggle in his heart for a while. , close your eyes and don’t look in the mirror.

But there is still a long way to go before the mirror cannot reflect our inner desires.

Finally, the sand in the hourglass ran out.