demon hunter at hogwarts

After a quick dinner, Regulus returned to his office.

There were three classes on the second day, and in the seventh-grade class, he planned to teach Occlumency, which is a very advanced technique that requires a lot of theoretical support.

But his mind was so chaotic that he had no intention of preparing.

Just after writing a few lines on the parchment, the pen tip scratched the paper due to excessive force.

"Recover as before!" He picked up his wand and chanted the spell roughly.

The spell took effect and the paper was glued back together, but the words on it disappeared without a trace.

In anger, Regulus threw the quill as a dart, stuck it on the cover of a book called "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense", crumpled the parchment into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

The original plan to exonerate Sirius was 90.00% completed, but Peter ran away and another guy who might be Voldemort appeared and caused trouble everywhere.

Worst of all, the two men were on top of each other.

For Regulus, the situation had taken a turn for the worse, and he couldn't help but be upset.

He threw himself into the sofa, closed his eyes, and tried to calm down.

"Are you scared?" A deep voice suddenly sounded.

"Who?" Regulus opened his eyes suddenly, pulled out his wand, and quickly scanned the office.

There was no one else in the room except him.

"Your inner monologue, we haven't spoken for a few days." The voice spoke again, with a hint of joking.

At this moment, Regulus remembered that this voice had appeared during the battle with the werewolf a few days ago.

The owner of the voice also controlled himself to fight a werewolf, ultimately nearly killing Lupine.

Combined with the previous conversation in Dumbledore's office, Regulus quickly came to a conclusion.

He was possessed.

A lot of bad thoughts flooded into his mind.

"Voldemort? What an unpleasant name. I'm not the kind of dirty ghost that only sticks to people." The owner of the voice could obviously read Regulus's thoughts and seemed a little disdainful, "This world can't bear it. Without my power, what you are talking to now is just a projection of my consciousness."

"It sounds like you are some kind of alien demon king? Or an ancient god?" Regulus asked disapprovingly in his mind, "Then you are still leisurely enough to pay attention to an ant like me."

"Boy, before you refute me, why don't you think about where you should be right now?"

Regulus fell silent.

Yes, he should have sunk under the Black Lake now, turning into a rotting and unconscious inferi, ready to drag the next victim into the water at any time.

"Why me? A lot of people sank under the lake." Regulus asked confusedly after thinking for a moment.

"You're funnier." The voice laughed.

Regulus snorted, obviously not agreeing with this reason.

"Tell me what you are afraid of... Voldemort. I can feel your heart, so there is no need to contradict me." The voice said.

"If you can see my heart, you should know what kind of existence he is." Regulus said angrily.

"Hahahaha..." The voice laughed again, "Yes, this Voldemort is indeed a powerful and terrifying enemy for you. It is not shameful to be afraid of the enemy because of its power."

"You don't need to say that." Regulus said dullly.

Regulus himself knew this kind of mental journey best. Every second when he took Kreacher across the Black Lake in the boat was so long.

"But it's not the Dark Lord that I'm afraid of. What I'm afraid of is..."

"Afraid that more people will die because of him and you won't be able to stop it?"

"Yes."

"You know, I once had the same problem before me, and no one understood my approach. At this time, you can't rely on debate to gain recognition." The voice finally became serious, "You must have strength Only then, strength is the fundamental way to solve the problem. In the end, the only one you can rely on is yourself."

Regulus clenched his fists. He had done this ten years ago, but unfortunately he was not strong enough. He only stole Voldemort's Horcrux but was unable to destroy it.

"To a certain extent, you and I are similar. For example... we both have a self-righteous brother, but in fact, we see further and do more than they do." The voice said, " I fished you out of that stinky Lake of the Dead, and there is still a trace of strength left in you. As long as you make good use of it, it will be enough."

Regulus thought, and a green ring of fire suddenly appeared around him. The flames danced and dyed the entire office with a green light.

"You mean this?"

"It's a complete mess." The voice commented in a depressed tone, "My strength has been wasted by you like this... Forget it, time is running out anyway, I will teach you something casually, how much you can learn depends on your ability. "

"Time is running out? What do you mean?" Regulus asked.

"Literally. Boy, listen up, the knowledge I am about to teach you is completely different from what you have learned before. I also don't guarantee that you will not make mistakes when using it, which will lead to terrible consequences. Learning and If you don't want to learn, the choice is yours." The voice said seriously.

"Speak clearly..." Before Regulus could finish his words, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his head.

When he calmed down, he found that he had a lot of strange knowledge in his memory.

"Farewell, boy..." The voice became softer and softer.

Regulus tried calling him, but there was no response.

"It's really baffling..." Regulus rubbed his head and sat back on the sofa, sorting out the newly acquired knowledge.

"This is..." Soon, his eyes widened in shock.

The next day, Regulus, who had not slept all night, yawned and finished breakfast and came to the classroom early.

There were still 10 minutes left before class started, so he decided to take a nap first.

Drowsily, he felt someone poking him.

"Sir? Wake up!" It was a woman's voice.

He forced himself to open his eyes, and what he saw was a heart-shaped face with bright blue shoulder-length hair.

"Miss Tonks... what time is it now?" Regulus said vaguely, recognizing the girl.

"Class has been going on for 10 minutes, and we can't wake you up. Charlie went to ask Madam Pomfrey..." Tonks suddenly raised her voice in surprise, "Oh my god! Sir, your face..."

"What's wrong?" Regulus was frightened by Tonks and woke up completely.

"…You look terrible," Tonks whispered.

Other students also agreed.

Regulus walked suspiciously to an old-fashioned cabinet with a mirror.

The person in the mirror has pale skin with bruises, bloodshot eyes, and a black air between his eyebrows.

"Merlin's nosebleed... I look terrible."