demon hunter at hogwarts

For the young wizards at Hogwarts, this week's Defense Against the Dark Arts class seems a bit boring.

Their professor's face was always not good, and he seemed absent-minded. He stopped showing off his superb magic skills, and instead began to talk about theoretical knowledge.

For example, in the first-grade course, students began to learn how to quickly treat wounds caused by werewolves, which was supposed to be taught after the New Year.

"White essence plus silver powder can quickly heal werewolf bites and scratches, but that's all. If your blood is unfortunately contaminated with werewolf saliva, you will still be infected and become a werewolf." Regulus Speaking in a flat tone, the little wizard hurriedly took notes below, and there was the rustling sound of a piece of parchment and a quill.

One student slowly raised his hand. He was a pretty black-haired Ravenclaw girl.

"Any questions? Miss Zhang?" Regulus raised his eyes slightly and looked away from the lesson plan.

"Sir, can silver products really kill werewolves?" Qiu Zhang stood up and asked.

Many students looked at Regulus with the same puzzled and curious eyes. Only Hyperion Yaxley, who was sitting in the last row, shook his head disdainfully and squeezed out a few scoffs from between his teeth.

Apparently, the embarrassing incident of Charlie Weasley and Barnaby Lee's failed attempt to challenge the werewolves in the Forbidden Forest has become a matter known to the whole school.

"Who told you that silverware can kill werewolves? If it's your senior classmate, then tell me his name. I can be sure that he definitely didn't take my class seriously." Regulus put down the lesson plan, his expression gloomy.

At that moment, the little wizards even suspected that the person on the podium at this moment was Professor Snape in disguise.

"I...I read it from a book, a book at home." Qiu Zhang blushed and explained hurriedly.

"Then, I suggest you throw away that misleading book as soon as possible." Regulus stood up and looked down at the students, "I would like to take this opportunity to reiterate that werewolves are afraid of silver weapons. It's Muggles talking nonsense."

"What are the werewolves afraid of?" Cormac McLagan became interested in this.

"I know!" A girl said subconsciously, but when she saw Regulus's expression, she retracted her words.

"It's okay, Miss Aikemo, tell everyone what you know. I won't deduct points from students just because they want to share their knowledge." Regulus tried to make his attitude friendly.

"The book says that you can use the Humanoid Restoration Spell to turn a werewolf back to its original form..." Marietta Acmo was encouraged as she took out a book from her bag.

"Oh? In the book again?" Regulus stepped down from the podium and took the book handed by Marietta.

The dark green cover of the book is very delicate, with a picture decorated with gold thread: under the bright full moon, a hunched werewolf follows a well-dressed wizard like a dog, walking together through the In the dark forest.

The title of the book was also embroidered in gold thread: Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart.

He opened the book and scanned several pages at a glance.

The plot in the book has ups and downs, and the process is twists and turns, and the process of fighting the werewolf is also written in a decent way.

Judging from his experience and perspective after just fighting a werewolf, many things in it have undergone a lot of artistic processing.

"You have to learn to distinguish the difference between literary and artistic works and real life. This is a wonderful novel, but if anyone takes the things in it seriously and uses them to deal with werewolves, I guarantee that he will die an ugly death. . Besides, as far as I know, there is no humanoid restoration spell in the world." Regulus returned the book to Marietta, who took the book and looked disappointed.

"Enough gossip, let's get back to class..."

Half an hour later, the students walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom sighing because Regulus had left them a two-foot-long paper assignment.

Regulus stayed in the classroom, preparing for the next lesson, when he saw Cedric Diggory hurried into the classroom guarding a Hufflepuff girl.

The girl kept sobbing and covering her face with her hands, but a pair of bunny ears popped out of her head.

"What's going on?" Regulus asked doubtfully.

"McDonald has been cursed. Professor, can you handle it? I'm close, so I brought him here first." Cedric explained.

He had seen Regulus remove Derek's pustule before on the train, and subconsciously thought that the professor was trustworthy.

Regulus checked it and easily lifted the spell.

"Who cast the spell on you?"

"It's...two Slytherins...seniors...I accidentally bumped into them..." the girl sobbed.

"Actually, we just passed by each other. The two people cast a spell on her without saying a word and scolded her with unpleasant words..." Cedric suddenly remembered something and hurriedly added, "Senior Sister Tonks is still talking to her. Those two...those two seniors want to speak out, and I'm afraid they've already started fighting."

"Where?"

"Fourth floor corridor."

"I gonna go see."

When Regulus rushed to the fourth floor corridor, there were already many students gathered there, mostly Hufflepuffs and Slytherins.

On one side of the conflict were two seventh-year Slytherin boys. Regulus did not recognize them because they had not entered the advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

On the other side was Tonks with a bright red afro, as if she had drunk a hair erecting potion.

"You two, go to the school hospital with me now and apologize to Macdonald!" Tonks pointed her wand at the two of them in turn.

"You want me to apologize to that little mudblood?" one of the boys said disdainfully, "She soiled my clothes. Is there anything wrong with me teaching her a lesson?"

There was a burst of jeers from the Slytherin students, and two fifth-year Hufflepuff boys rushed out, trying to help Tonks.

"You two go back! I can handle these two losers by myself!" Tonks stopped them immediately.

"Just you?" Another Slytherin boy twisted his face and threw a curse directly at Tonks.

"Armor protection!" Tonks reacted quickly. An invisible barrier stood between her and her opponent, directly reflecting the incoming spell.

The boy was caught off guard and was hit by his own curse. He immediately collapsed to the ground, twitching and giggling.

There was a burst of cheers from the Hufflepuff students, and various curses from the Slytherin camp.

The other boy looked a little panicked as Tonks pointed her wand at him.

"are you going?"

"Nymphadora Tonks, who do you think you are, worthy of threatening me? Your father is a Mudblood, your mother is a pure-blood traitor, and you are the son of two filthy bitches! "Perhaps it was too humiliating to be pointed at by a Hufflepuff with a wand, so the boy suddenly cursed.

"Thunderbolt!" Tonks roared the spell.