demon hunter at hogwarts

Under the dim light, half of Regulus's face was hidden in the shadows and he stopped talking.

"It seems we want to get together again." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, his blue eyes shining behind the half-moon lenses.

"No, Dumbledore, I didn't think about it with you." Regulus shook his head slightly, looking at Dumbledore with something else in his eyes.

"Oh? What do you say?" Dumbledore seemed to be interested.

"If my guess is right, you will hide the Philosopher's Stone in Hogwarts, and then use some method to let the Dark Lord 'find out' the news." Regulus analyzed, "Then we can wait for him You took the bait, right?”

"Go on," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"There is nothing to say. If this great plan succeeds, everything will be happy, but have you not considered the consequences of failure?" Regulus was obviously very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's perfunctory attitude. "If the Dark Lord takes When he gets to the Philosopher's Stone, he will be resurrected successfully. Do you know what this means? Countless people will die because of this! We cannot afford to fail!"

Seeing that Dumbledore had no intention of answering, Regulus felt like he had been punched in the cotton.

He licked his lips fiercely and continued: "Even if you think we can prevent him from getting the Sorcerer's Stone and prevent the worst from happening, don't you think that putting the Sorcerer's Stone in Hogwarts would be too harmful to those students?" Isn't it unfair? The Dark Lord never minds hurting innocent people. If any student has an accident during this period... what if the Dark Lord possesses a student and forces you to hand over the Philosopher's Stone? How do you choose?"

"I won't let that happen," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Of course, the greatest wizard in the world, the only person the Dark Lord is afraid of, Albus Dumbledore, the man with all his powers, all his calculations, great omniscience and omnipotence, would definitely not let this happen! Right! Regulus said sarcastically, "How did James Potter and his wife die? Oh, they didn't believe in the great and omniscient Dumbledore, but they believed in my stupid brother!"

"So, Regulus, do you have any better idea?" Dumbledore still asked in that calm tone.

"Maybe you can announce to the wizarding world that I bought the Philosopher's Stone, so that when the Dark Lord finds out, he might come after me!" Regulus tried his best to control his tone, "Anyway, I'm dead. If you die once, it won’t be a big deal if you die again!”

After saying that, Regulus left the principal's office angrily.

Dumbledore watched his back go down the stairs, but showed a smile.

"How is it?" he asked to the seemingly empty room.

"In a sense, I agree with him." A cold voice sounded low, and Snape, who was supposed to be staying in the campus hospital, slowly walked out of the fireplace, "Have you never considered the worst outcome?"

"No plan is foolproof..." Dumbledore said softly.

On the other side, Regulus came to the Quidditch pitch alone.

The night at the end of September was already a little cool, and the night wind blew on his face, which also calmed Regulus's mood to a certain extent.

He was sitting in the professor's auditorium, overlooking the students in the stadium.

They were so carefree and had no idea that the shadow that once hung over everyone was quietly resurrecting outside the school.

Regardless, students should not be involved.

He carefully recalled the conversation in Dumbledore's office, and suddenly realized that Dumbledore had never explained exactly what his plan was from beginning to end.

On the contrary, every movement and every word seemed to guide him to express his true feelings.

"That old fox!" Regulus spat, realizing that he had been tricked by Dumbledore.

The next day, in the first grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Marietta Acmo and Qiu Zhang came to the classroom early and found a seat next to the third row.

There are less than ten students in the classroom, and they are all busy with their own things. Some are reading and some are doing homework.

"Qiu, look what my mother sent me?" Marietta showed off and took out a beautifully crafted tome from her schoolbag.

The cover of the book is light cyan, with a painting on it of a handsome wizard wearing a lavender wizard's robe, and a creature that looks like a white-haired orangutan.

"'A Year with the Snowman of the Himalayas'...it's another Gilderoy Lockhart book. Do you like reading it so much?" Qiu Zhang took the book and flipped through a few pages.

"I have begged my mother for a long time for this book! She is absolutely obsessed with Lockhart. You should really read what she wrote in the letter she attached to me: 'Don't stain the pages of the book, or Lockhart will Mr. Special will be angry...'" Marietta smiled, took the book back from Qiu Zhang, and gently stuffed it back into her bag, as if she was afraid of disturbing the portrait of Lockhart on the cover.

"I see you are also attracted to him. Last night you were still talking in your sleep, 'Oh, dear Lockhart! You must come and marry me when I grow up...'" Autumn Chang imitated Marietta vividly. tone.

Marietta blushed and hammered her friend with her fist.

The two laughed and joked for a while, and then Marietta's mood suddenly dimmed.

"He hasn't published a new book for a long time. He used to publish some short stories in wizard magazines, but there has been no news for a while now."

"Maybe he is looking for magical animals in India right now, and it is not convenient for him to be interviewed." Qiu Zhang comforted him, "Maybe in a month, he will come to the school to hold a book signing."

"Well, I hope so." Marietta obviously didn't have much hope for this.

While they were chatting, the classroom was gradually filled with people. Cormac McLagan was a little excited and kept arguing with his friends about something.

Regulus also walked into the classroom.

"You don't need a wand or a textbook for today's lesson," he said straight to the point.

The young wizards were all surprised. The professor's previous classes were all focused on practice, correcting their spell-casting habits, and occasionally interspersed with some common sense lectures, such as necessary first aid knowledge.

But today, the professor's attitude seemed unusual.

Although they were slightly confused, the little wizards obediently put away their wands and textbooks.

"I believe you have all read the recent Daily Prophet. Can someone tell me what it says?" Regulus asked.

Several young wizards raised their hands, including Qiu Zhang, Belby and Yaxley.

After Regulus looked around, he finally chose the one with the highest hand.

"Mr. McLagan?"

"The England Quidditch team lost again, to the Italian team!" Cormac McLaggen looked very angry. "South Gate is an idiot. I was better than him as a coach. He should have started earlier. Get fired!”