demon hunter at hogwarts

Harry originally thought that riding a giant flying motorcycle from Little Whinging on the outskirts of London all the way to the city center was a magical enough experience.

However, when the door of No. 12 Grimmauld Place slowly squeezed open the houses on both sides and suddenly appeared in front of him, Harry realized that his imagination was still somewhat lacking.

"Welcome to the wizarding world, Harry Potter."

Harry was very surprised to see Regulus standing by the door. He turned around and asked Sirius, who was pushing the motorcycle into the fence: "Wasn't he still at... my aunt's house just now?"

Although he has never flown on an airplane, Harry believes that the speed of a flying motorcycle is fast enough, at least much faster than the subway.

"Wizards have many ways to travel, some of which are very fast. You will learn them later." Sirius shook his long hair back from his eyes and said to Harry with a smile, "Formal introduction, this is Ray Gulus Black, my...brother. How should you call him? God-uncle?"

"Forget it... Anyway, he will go to Hogwarts next year. Just like those students, you can call me Mr. Black or Professor." Regulus was obviously not satisfied with this title.

After Harry and Sirius entered the house, Regulus re-strengthened the protective spell around the house.

Today, there were no probing Aurors to disturb the tranquility here, which made him very happy.

From the outside, NO.12 Grimmauld Place looks like an ordinary high-end residence.

After entering the house, Harry realized that this place was extraordinary.

Those elegant and antique decorations; the exquisitely crafted silverware inlaid with various gemstones; and the space that was far larger than it looked from the outside, all of which Harry had only seen in documentaries about ancient aristocrats.

"Mr. Black...Sirius...is your family also a noble?" Harry asked cautiously.

For a ten-year-old kid who had barely seen pocket money, the shock of his residence instantly changing from a stairwell to a five-story mansion was quite a shock.

"Wizards don't have nobles...but the Black family does have some influence." Sirius said nonchalantly, and Regulus rolled his eyes at him.

Although he has restrained himself, Sirius's views on his family, which he has accumulated since childhood, are difficult to eradicate.

Harry stepped lightly on the carpet and walked through the corridor step by step to the living room, his eyes a little busy.

"Harry Potter, the boy who defeated the Dark Lord, did what Master Regulus failed to do, but it doesn't seem to be anything special..." A hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog suddenly spoke at Harry's feet. The edge sounded.

Harry looked down and saw Kreacher, wearing an apron with the Black family crest, staring at him with eyes like cloudy glass balls.

"What are you...I mean, who are you?" Harry, who had never seen a house elf before, was frightened by Kreacher's strange appearance.

"Kreacher is a house elf, born to serve the noble and oldest Black family..." Kreacher bowed to Harry.

"Okay Kreacher, go cook quickly, everyone is hungry." Regulus said loudly in the distance, and Kreacher hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

"What did he just say he was?" Harry asked Sirius doubtfully.

"A house elf, um... a magical creature that has signed a contract with a wizard, mainly takes care of the wizard's daily life." Sirius struggled to find the words, "Let's go to your room first, put the luggage away... follow me Come."

Sirius waved his wand and directed Harry's suitcase to float up the stairs, and he led Harry behind.

When walking through the corridor, Harry was surprised to find that the characters in the portraits hanging on the wall were pointing at him and whispering to each other.

"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is such a rare person!" A mysterious voice came from a large and exquisite blank portrait.

"I'm afraid you'll be seeing him every day, Phineas," Sirius said, half joking. "I think you'll soon be begging him not to paint a beard on your face."

"What do you mean, he's going to live in my house?" screamed Phineas Nigellus, dissatisfied.

"Correction... it's our house." Sirius said viciously, and then pulled Harry quickly up the stairs, ignoring Phineas.

"Who is he?" Harry asked nervously, "He doesn't seem to be happy with me living here..."

"My great-great-grandfather, ignore him." Sirius opened the door to a room, lit the chandelier, and pushed Harry in. "No one can drive you away from here."

Harry had never seen such a magnificent bedroom.

It is enough to sleep three people, with a large bed with an ornately carved headboard; high windows covered with long golden-red velvet curtains; a large wardrobe that can hide several adults; and temporarily empty bookshelves and desks.

"This is my...my room?" Harry opened his mouth in surprise, looking unbelievable.

To him, this room was ten times better than Dudley's.

"What's wrong...don't you like it?" Seeing Harry's reaction, Sirius asked worriedly, "If it's too small, I can only tidy up my parents' bedroom..."

"No... no need! It's great! I mean... I love it!" Harry explained hurriedly.

"That's good... Come, let's put your things away first. It's too late today. Tomorrow we can go to Diagon Alley to buy some necessities. How about Nimbus 1999? Let me replenish your birthday gift..." Sirius shook his wrist, and the contents of Harry's box flew out automatically, and were piled by category beside the bed, in the wardrobe and on the desk.

It's a mess.

Some textbooks and storybooks fell to the ground, old pants were rolled up into a ball, and the little soldiers were lying on the desk in a mess.

"Alas... this spell is one of the few times I mess up." Sirius covered his head and said gloomily, "Andromeda is the best at this, she can make the house tidy easily, I see Just let her perform."

"That's because you never pay attention to cleaning the house and are only busy going out to cause damage." Regulus leaned at the door, with Antalis lying on his shoulder who was dissatisfied because her family status had been reduced.

Then he waved his magic wand, and the clothes started to move again, folded automatically, and neatly occupied a corner in the big closet; the books also flew to the bookshelf and were arranged in alphabetical order; the little soldiers lined up and stood in line. Show off your power on the desk.

"You?" Sirius looked at Regulus suspiciously.

"What's wrong with me? I've never made my bedroom look like a doghouse."

Harry tried hard to hold on to his clothes to prevent himself from laughing.