demon hunter at hogwarts

The next day, Lu Ping woke up leisurely.

"Where is this?"

He found himself lying on a large, soft bed.

The bed was so spacious and comfortable that he had never slept in such a bed in over 30 years.

Lupine looked around drowsily. The bedroom was very spacious, with thick red and gold velvet curtains hanging on the high windows.

A complicated chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and unburned candles are still burning.Next to the chandelier hang several skeletal specimens of winged creatures, which are obviously enchanted and slowly rise and fall with a certain rhythm, as if they are flapping their wings.

The headboard was carved with antique patterns, and there were several large Gryffindor flags hung on the surrounding walls. The flags were a little faded, but it could be seen that they had been cleaned recently because they were spotless.

The original silver-gray satin walls were covered with a large number of posters and photos, mainly of Muggle motorcycles and Muggle girls with cool clothes and hot bodies.

Lupine felt his throat tighten and suddenly woke up.

A ridiculous idea quickly took shape in his mind, and when he saw the only photo of a wizard on the wall, he was completely convinced of the idea.

It was four Hogwarts students standing shoulder to shoulder, with James Potter and Sirius in the middle and Peter Pedro on the right.

The boy on the left with a surprised and happy expression, full of gratitude for being accepted, is himself.

"This is Sirius's home." He soon realized who the original owner of this room was.

Lupine was even more confused. For reasons well known to everyone, Sirius had never invited the other members of the quartet to his home.

And as far as Lupine knew, a few years after Sirius was imprisoned, his mother never appeared in front of other people, and it was very likely that she had died long ago.

So who is the owner of this house now?

The confused Lupine tried to get up from the bed, but as soon as he pushed his hands out of the bed, he felt a sharp pain.

As if a valve had been opened, all kinds of feelings surged up from his limbs.

First, there was an indescribable mixed taste of burnt, bitter, sour, and astringent in the mouth, like high-purity black coffee boiled with vinegar and concentrated a hundred times.

Then, a kind of needle-like pain started to spread all over his body along with his heartbeat.

Lupine thought about the fierce battle last night and remembered that he was seriously injured.

But who would save a dying werewolf?And it’s someone related to Sirius?

He endured the pain, lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he immediately realized that he had triggered some kind of magic.

Soon, the door was pushed open.

The person standing at the door was the pale, somewhat familiar young man from last night. He was wearing silver and green home clothes.

Lupine could see traces of bandages on his arms and chest.

"I'm sorry for your injury." Lupine said sincerely.

"It's a small injury, it's nothing to worry about." Regulus said half-jokingly, "Besides, I didn't listen to your advice first and insisted on stopping you. I'm calling it my own fault."

Lu Ping was silent, no matter from which point of view, the wounds scratched by the werewolf's claws and almost disemboweling him could not be regarded as minor injuries.

"Why don't you kill me?" Lupine suddenly raised his head and asked, "Killing a transformed werewolf who is attacking you is an act of self-defense. The Ministry of Magic will not send you to Azkaban. .”

"First of all, I didn't go to kill you." Regulus said seriously. "Second, if my brother knew that I killed his friend, he would definitely come out of Azkaban to settle the score with me."

"You are indeed Regulus. I was suspicious when I saw you yesterday." Hearing Regulus admit his identity, Lupine thought thoughtfully, "But you are not...Sirius told me However, you have been...killed by Death Eaters."

"In a sense, it is true." Regulus smiled self-deprecatingly.

He committed suicide in the Black Lake, and he was a genuine Death Eater.

Lupine wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by another voice.

"Is he awake? Is there any reaction?"

This voice is also very familiar. Lupine heard it in potions class when he was in school.

Horace Slughorn, with a walrus beard and a round belly, walked into the bedroom with a pipe in his hand.

"Everything looks fine, sir. Thank you for your help." Regulus said with a smile.

Seeing the former Potions Professor, Lu Ping quickly stood up and wanted to salute, but he had no strength in his legs and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Regulus used magic in time to put him back on Sirius' bed and cover him with a quilt.

"You need to rest." Regulus said in an unquestioning tone, and then turned to Slughorn, "Sir, he should be fine. Let's go, please."

The two went down the stairs one after another, talking continuously.

"Belby's potion works well, I'm proud of him. Besides, I used a high-quality blood replenishing potion, so there should be no problem." Slughorn walked in front without looking back, speaking in a relaxed tone Said, "The rest of the things will have to wait until Hippocrates Smethyke comes over. I said hello to him and he said he would come over from St. Mungo's as soon as he got off work."

"I originally planned to wait for things to settle down before visiting, but instead I have to trouble you first." Regulus said apologetically.

"It's just trivial things. Compared to your bag of Manticore poison powder, these blood replenishing potions are nothing?" Slughorn suddenly stopped and turned to Regulus, "We I always thought you were dead and it’s so nice to have you back.”

"Yes, it was a terrible time." Regulus deliberately exaggerated his tone.

They both laughed, and then they made a tacit agreement not to mention it, and chatted about other trivial matters.

Finally, Regulus sent Slughorn to the fireplace connected to the floo network. After saying goodbye, there was a flash of green flames and Slughorn disappeared.

Regulus sat on the sofa, took a sip of coffee, suddenly put the cup down, and said clearly in a flat tone: "You should have a good rest."

"I'm used to going to bed early and getting up early." Lu Ping supported the wall and slowly walked into the room, "Also, the smell of the potion is really unacceptable. What is it?"

"The half-finished wolfsbane potion invented by Damocles Belby can keep werewolves sane after they transform." Regulus said, "It is said that the formula has not been finalized yet. You are lucky to be the first." A clinical case, the effect seems to be pretty good.”

Regulus' tone was calm, but Lupine was shocked when he heard it.

Once this potion comes out, it will be of great significance to him.

"Can I give you some feedback?" Lu Ping took a few deep breaths, calmed down his emotions and then said, "Can you add some sugar in it? Or honey?"