demon hunter at hogwarts

At Regulus's request, Kreacher temporarily went out to purchase some steaks and cooked them medium rare.

In his impression, Master Regulus never liked this taste.

After the meal, Regulus went to St. Mungo's Hospital to pay before rushing back to Hogwarts.

After all, the detective is just a temporary guest appearance, and his current official identity is still the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

As expected by Regulus, as soon as he returned to his office and his butt was still warm from sitting, a phoenix feather appeared on the table, along with a note attached to it.

"Have a nice weekend. I thought you would be happy to share interesting stories with an old man." The note was written in beautiful cursive handwriting without a signature.

"Also, my favorite is raspberry jam.

With nothing else going on, Regulus simply went straight to the headmaster's office. When he walked past the tapestry on the eighth floor of a troll beating silly Barnabas, he almost bumped into Sybill Trelawney.

Trelawney looked distracted and smelled of alcohol.

Out of courtesy, Regulus just said hello and left in a hurry.

"My contract didn't say that there will be additional meetings in the principal's office on weekends." After walking into the principal's office, Regulus said angrily, "I just met Trelawney. Did you just finish a meeting?" Wine Tasting?"

"No, she just came to tell me that there will be terrible dangers in the future. To be honest, I hear this prophecy dozens of times a week." Dumbledore waved with a smile, and a newspaper fell from his desk. Flying out, drifting towards Regulus.

"The freshly released "Daily Prophet" has a message saying that there was a serious conflict in the countryside of North Yorkshire last night. It seems that two powerful wizards had a duel there. You know this Something?"

Regulus took the newspaper, which used about a third of its page to describe the incident.

"...When staff from the Department for the Prevention of Abuse of Magic of the Ministry of Magic arrived, the wizard who caused the chaos had already escaped." There were traces of powerful spells everywhere at the scene. A forest half the size of a football field was destroyed, and even a house in the house was destroyed. Muggles from kilometers away were alarmed.' This is the description of Mr. Cavill Macdonald, who was responsible for handling the incident. According to the testimony of the Muggles, the conflict was like a 'fireworks party', and even There were wolf howls mixed in..."

"I didn't know I was so powerful." Regulus raised his eyebrows, "It sounds more exciting than the reality."

He read on.

"...Although Muggles have had their memories altered to believe that what they saw was just a silly costume party, there are various traces that indicate that werewolves were roaming around North Yorkshire and had conflicts with wizards. The laws of the Ministry of Magic are enforced Ms. Amelia Bones, Director of the Department, issued a statement earlier today that if there are werewolves that threaten public safety, the Ministry of Magic will definitely bring them to justice."

"Poor Lupin, he was involved in this matter by me. I will have to formally apologize to him again when he is discharged from the hospital." Regulus threw the newspaper aside.

"I think this is just a wrong coincidence. For 29 days in a month, Remus is a gentle-tempered, polite and easy-to-talk gentleman..." Dumbledore commented in a fair tone, "But after so many years, I You really ignored him, what was he doing when you found him?"

"My official job is as a busboy in a Muggle tavern, but there should be other side jobs." Regulus answered truthfully. Lupine's dueling skills were very proficient, and he definitely didn't look like he had been out of battle for a long time.

"According to the limited communications, he has been working hard to persuade more werewolves to join us." Dumbledore said with emotion, "This is not an easy job, and no one pays him a salary. Poor Remus... …”

"If I were you, I would persuade him not to do these useless things. Werewolves are not so easy to persuade. Many of them regard Fenrir Greyback as their leader. You know his attitude." Mentioning this The name, an expression mixed with disgust and hatred, appeared on Regulus's face.

"Alas, Remus was bitten by Greyback. His father offended Greyback and suffered revenge." Dumbledore said regretfully, "You won't spread this matter everywhere, right? ?”

"So you already knew that he was a werewolf, and you still let him go to school?" Regulus stared at Dumbledore with a playful expression, "If my mother knew about this, she would definitely let me drop out of school. You Thanks to Merlin, he didn't have any problems during the seven years he went to school."

"In fact, something almost happened once. Fortunately, the matter was under control in time." Dumbledore stood up, walked around the desk to the window, and looked at the sky through the complicated instruments, looking very casual, " Forget about this, let’s talk about your gains this time.”

"I already have a hypothesis, but I need to ask Sirius in person for confirmation." Regulus said firmly, "But Barty Crouch will definitely not agree to my visiting the prison. They can all be thrown into Azkaban. I asked Professor Slughorn yesterday, and he said that it would be easy to get free Quidditch tickets, but it would be difficult to put me in Azkaban for a visit."

Dumbledore turned around and waved his left hand slightly, and the "Daily Prophet" that was thrown on the table flew straight into Regulus' hands.

"You were not careful when you read the newspaper. Now the person in charge has become Amelia Bones." Dumbledore said with a smile, and some colored lights suddenly appeared on the newspaper, highlighting the relevant parts of the report. .

Hearing this name, the corners of Regulus's mouth twitched strangely a few times, as if he wanted to laugh, but tried his best to hold it back.

He remembered a distant campus legend that seemed fanciful but still reasonable.

"I have to remind you that Ms. Bones is a fair and strict person. She will not bend the law for personal gain." Dumbledore said.

A plan quickly took shape in Regulus' mind.

"I have my own way."

After Regulus left the principal's office, Dumbledore took out a delicate silver instrument from the cabinet and placed it on the table. He tapped it lightly with his wand from time to time and muttered something.

The instrument immediately made a crisp tinkling sound and started running rapidly. The small silver tube at the top sprayed out wisps of light green smoke intermittently.

Dumbledore's sharp blue eyes stared at the smoke. Soon, the smoke changed, gathered together, and became thicker and thicker.

Then, the smoke began to roll and change shape, and finally condensed into a huge and ferocious dog. It opened its bloody mouth, exposed its fangs, and let out a silent roar.

"It seems so, but in fact, it's the opposite, right?" Dumbledore said to himself, tapping the instrument lightly with his wand.

The big light green smoke dog suddenly turned into a heart-stopping bright red, and then the smoke concentrated and turned into a small, agile animal that scurried back and forth in the room, and finally exploded into a wisp of light smoke and disappeared.

Dumbledore's eyes were stern.