demon hunter at hogwarts
Chapter 63 Marauder's Map
The enthusiasm of students goes as quickly as it comes.
After professors from all the subjects tacitly increased the intensity of homework, only a week passed and no one was talking about Nico Flamel anymore.
On this day, it was Regulus' turn to watch the night.
After sending Barnaby Lee, who tried to sneak into the kitchen to get some late-night snacks, back to the Slytherin basement, and deducting ten points, Regulus inspected all the way from the lowest point of the castle to the highest astronomy tower.
Standing here, you can almost have an unobstructed view of the entire castle and grounds.
The full moon hung high in the night sky, spreading its clear light to the earth, and there were one or two faint howls of wolves coming from the direction of the Forbidden Forest.
Hagrid hasn't rested yet. His huge body can be clearly distinguished even from a long distance. At this time, he is standing at the door of the hut, playing with a large box, and one or two flames are sprayed out from the box from time to time.
On the observation deck next to him, a shackled ghost covered in blood was muttering words of unknown meaning silently, staring blankly in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower.
Regulus knew the identity of the ghost, Balor the Bloody.
But even when he was in school, he never talked to Bloody Barrow.
Regulus left quietly without disturbing the ghost.
In a corridor on the fourth floor, the sneaky figures of the Weasley twins appeared.
Thanks to Snape, their Wolf Fang flying saucer was confiscated and they were imprisoned at Filch's house for a period of time, but this confinement was not without success.
Due to Filch's negligence, the twins took the opportunity to steal a piece of old parchment, and after unremitting research, they finally discovered the true identity of the parchment.
A magical map of Hogwarts.
"Fred, someone's here." George poked his brother gently in the ribs.
Using the moonlight, the twins tried hard to identify the moving dots on the map. Under the dots was written a name that was unfamiliar to them.
"Regulus Black, who is this? Do you know him?" Fred asked doubtfully.
"I don't know, he must be from another house." George thought for a moment and said, "Bill once said that the Black family is all from Slytherin."
"I remember Dad said that..." Fred said.
"But Sirius Black is from Gryffindor. Do you remember those disciplinary files that Filch asked us to copy? It is written in it." George added.
"Hmph, he is worse than Slytherin...I am sure there is no one named Black in Gryffindor House now. It's time for Slytherin...or whoever the house is, to also be deducted points." Fred made up his mind.
"Let's give him a surprise, make some noise, and then retreat, waiting for Filch to catch him." George agreed, then he pointed his wand at the map and whispered: "The prank is over."
The map turned into parchment again.
The two men tiptoed and hid behind a tall statue holding a flail and wearing plate armor.
The timing was calculated very well. Regulus just turned the corner and inspected this corridor.
"Grind and hooray!"
"Tarantella dance!"
The twins sprang out from behind the statue at the same time, aiming at Regulus and firing spells.
Immediately afterwards, they threw out dung eggs as a second wave of attacks.
In their imagination, the unlucky guy named Black would be surrounded by the stench of dung eggs, tap dancing and laughing, and eventually attract Filch or other night watch professors, who would be deducted points and put in solitary confinement. punishment.
By then, they had already fled.
It's a pity that things went against expectations. The visitor's reaction was unexpectedly fast, as if he had expected an attack.
A series of continuous spells shone with colorful lights in the corridor, dazzling the twins.
First, a bubble appeared out of thin air, wrapping up the newly exploded dung egg, preventing the spread of the unknown gas. Then the window suddenly opened, and the bubble was thrown out of the window.
Fred and George's spells hit a layer of faint fluorescence and exploded into two small fireworks.
Then they felt themselves being grabbed by invisible hands, lifted into the air, with their feet off the ground. They could not struggle out no matter what, and their mouths were blocked, making it impossible to cast the spell.
Finally, in despair, the twins heard a very familiar voice whispering a spell.
"The ultimate fluorescent flicker."
A light group slowly rose up, emitting bright light, like a small sun, illuminating the entire corridor.
The portraits on the wall looked reproachfully at the three people in the corridor.
Fred and George couldn't move and could only watch as their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor approached step by step expressionlessly.
"Let me see who stayed up late at night and dared to ambush the professor in the corridor." Regulus lifted the spell on the two of them and looked at them condescendingly, "It's Mr. Weasley...it seems... The Spike flying saucer did not make you remember it. If Professor Snape was standing here, you would have been expelled."
"If it was Old Bat, we would have run away long ago." Fred retorted secretly in his mind. He felt that the map had "misled" him.
George was trying to hide the map behind his back, but his actions were too obvious to Regulus.
"The parchment is coming!"
The parchment flew out of George's hand and was held by Regulus' fingertips.
"what is this?"
"A piece of tattered parchment..." the twins said in unison.
"Tattered parchment... Then there is no need for you to hold it anymore." Regulus whispered, the tone of which reminded the twins of Snape, "Staying out all night, attacking the professor, Gryffindor Fifty points will be deducted and each of your confinements will be extended until after Christmas. Now, you need to go back to sleep."
The twins left dejectedly.
After returning to his office, Regulus took out the parchment.
He always felt like he had seen something similar somewhere.
And the things the Weasley twins took with them and tried hard to hide during their night outings were definitely more than just an ordinary piece of parchment.
So he spread the parchment on the table and cast the spell.
"Reveal yourself quickly!"
"The prototype appears!"
The parchment lay motionless on the table.
"I, Regulus Black, command you to reveal the hidden content!" Regulus ordered, pointing his wand at the parchment.
This time there was a reaction, a large amount of ink gushes out from the inside of the parchment, like an invisible pen writing on it, and quickly formed four sentences.
Regulus only read the first half of the first line and knew who had created this thing.
On the parchment it says:
"Mr. Padfoot hereby advises the weak and stupid Mr. Black to go back and mind his own family affairs and stop putting his feet in other people's way."
"Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Padfoot, and would like to add that Mr. Black can never beat him at Quidditch."
"Mr. Moon Face expresses his regret and hopes that Mr. Black can return this piece of paper to its original owner."
"Mr. Wormtail would like to ask Mr. Black, what is it like to be a lackey of a mysterious man?"
After professors from all the subjects tacitly increased the intensity of homework, only a week passed and no one was talking about Nico Flamel anymore.
On this day, it was Regulus' turn to watch the night.
After sending Barnaby Lee, who tried to sneak into the kitchen to get some late-night snacks, back to the Slytherin basement, and deducting ten points, Regulus inspected all the way from the lowest point of the castle to the highest astronomy tower.
Standing here, you can almost have an unobstructed view of the entire castle and grounds.
The full moon hung high in the night sky, spreading its clear light to the earth, and there were one or two faint howls of wolves coming from the direction of the Forbidden Forest.
Hagrid hasn't rested yet. His huge body can be clearly distinguished even from a long distance. At this time, he is standing at the door of the hut, playing with a large box, and one or two flames are sprayed out from the box from time to time.
On the observation deck next to him, a shackled ghost covered in blood was muttering words of unknown meaning silently, staring blankly in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower.
Regulus knew the identity of the ghost, Balor the Bloody.
But even when he was in school, he never talked to Bloody Barrow.
Regulus left quietly without disturbing the ghost.
In a corridor on the fourth floor, the sneaky figures of the Weasley twins appeared.
Thanks to Snape, their Wolf Fang flying saucer was confiscated and they were imprisoned at Filch's house for a period of time, but this confinement was not without success.
Due to Filch's negligence, the twins took the opportunity to steal a piece of old parchment, and after unremitting research, they finally discovered the true identity of the parchment.
A magical map of Hogwarts.
"Fred, someone's here." George poked his brother gently in the ribs.
Using the moonlight, the twins tried hard to identify the moving dots on the map. Under the dots was written a name that was unfamiliar to them.
"Regulus Black, who is this? Do you know him?" Fred asked doubtfully.
"I don't know, he must be from another house." George thought for a moment and said, "Bill once said that the Black family is all from Slytherin."
"I remember Dad said that..." Fred said.
"But Sirius Black is from Gryffindor. Do you remember those disciplinary files that Filch asked us to copy? It is written in it." George added.
"Hmph, he is worse than Slytherin...I am sure there is no one named Black in Gryffindor House now. It's time for Slytherin...or whoever the house is, to also be deducted points." Fred made up his mind.
"Let's give him a surprise, make some noise, and then retreat, waiting for Filch to catch him." George agreed, then he pointed his wand at the map and whispered: "The prank is over."
The map turned into parchment again.
The two men tiptoed and hid behind a tall statue holding a flail and wearing plate armor.
The timing was calculated very well. Regulus just turned the corner and inspected this corridor.
"Grind and hooray!"
"Tarantella dance!"
The twins sprang out from behind the statue at the same time, aiming at Regulus and firing spells.
Immediately afterwards, they threw out dung eggs as a second wave of attacks.
In their imagination, the unlucky guy named Black would be surrounded by the stench of dung eggs, tap dancing and laughing, and eventually attract Filch or other night watch professors, who would be deducted points and put in solitary confinement. punishment.
By then, they had already fled.
It's a pity that things went against expectations. The visitor's reaction was unexpectedly fast, as if he had expected an attack.
A series of continuous spells shone with colorful lights in the corridor, dazzling the twins.
First, a bubble appeared out of thin air, wrapping up the newly exploded dung egg, preventing the spread of the unknown gas. Then the window suddenly opened, and the bubble was thrown out of the window.
Fred and George's spells hit a layer of faint fluorescence and exploded into two small fireworks.
Then they felt themselves being grabbed by invisible hands, lifted into the air, with their feet off the ground. They could not struggle out no matter what, and their mouths were blocked, making it impossible to cast the spell.
Finally, in despair, the twins heard a very familiar voice whispering a spell.
"The ultimate fluorescent flicker."
A light group slowly rose up, emitting bright light, like a small sun, illuminating the entire corridor.
The portraits on the wall looked reproachfully at the three people in the corridor.
Fred and George couldn't move and could only watch as their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor approached step by step expressionlessly.
"Let me see who stayed up late at night and dared to ambush the professor in the corridor." Regulus lifted the spell on the two of them and looked at them condescendingly, "It's Mr. Weasley...it seems... The Spike flying saucer did not make you remember it. If Professor Snape was standing here, you would have been expelled."
"If it was Old Bat, we would have run away long ago." Fred retorted secretly in his mind. He felt that the map had "misled" him.
George was trying to hide the map behind his back, but his actions were too obvious to Regulus.
"The parchment is coming!"
The parchment flew out of George's hand and was held by Regulus' fingertips.
"what is this?"
"A piece of tattered parchment..." the twins said in unison.
"Tattered parchment... Then there is no need for you to hold it anymore." Regulus whispered, the tone of which reminded the twins of Snape, "Staying out all night, attacking the professor, Gryffindor Fifty points will be deducted and each of your confinements will be extended until after Christmas. Now, you need to go back to sleep."
The twins left dejectedly.
After returning to his office, Regulus took out the parchment.
He always felt like he had seen something similar somewhere.
And the things the Weasley twins took with them and tried hard to hide during their night outings were definitely more than just an ordinary piece of parchment.
So he spread the parchment on the table and cast the spell.
"Reveal yourself quickly!"
"The prototype appears!"
The parchment lay motionless on the table.
"I, Regulus Black, command you to reveal the hidden content!" Regulus ordered, pointing his wand at the parchment.
This time there was a reaction, a large amount of ink gushes out from the inside of the parchment, like an invisible pen writing on it, and quickly formed four sentences.
Regulus only read the first half of the first line and knew who had created this thing.
On the parchment it says:
"Mr. Padfoot hereby advises the weak and stupid Mr. Black to go back and mind his own family affairs and stop putting his feet in other people's way."
"Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Padfoot, and would like to add that Mr. Black can never beat him at Quidditch."
"Mr. Moon Face expresses his regret and hopes that Mr. Black can return this piece of paper to its original owner."
"Mr. Wormtail would like to ask Mr. Black, what is it like to be a lackey of a mysterious man?"
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