demon hunter at hogwarts

Laughing, Harry quickly discovered that this humble housework magic might be of great use to him.

At the Dursleys' house, every time Harry was forced to help tidy up Dudley's room, it felt like torture.

"Can I learn this...this magic? Sir?" He did not forget the title Regulus requested.

"You're not old enough to go to school yet. In principle, we shouldn't teach you magic..." Regulus stood up straight and said seriously.

Harry looked frustrated.

After all, magic is around him, but he can only see it, not use it.

"...But considering that your godfather doesn't pay attention to rules and regulations, I think that instead of letting him teach you some magic that is not suitable for children, it is better to use this time to preview next year's lessons." Regulus continued.

Harry's face suddenly turned cloudy, and his eyes shone like a pair of bright emeralds.

Regulus snapped his fingers, and several old-looking books flew down from the room upstairs and fell into Harry's hands.

""Standard Spells - Elementary", "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration", "Magic Potions and Potions"..." Harry muttered the titles of the books while opening old books that looked like textbooks.

In addition to various text contents, there are also various never-before-seen illustrations and symbols, accompanied by a large number of neat notes.

"This is my old textbook, from about 20 years ago. The version may be a little old, but the basic content is not much different." Regulus turned to Sirius again, "Can you teach the first grade class?"

"Who are you looking down on? Just these rags... Back then, even that stupid bastard Peter could teach Animagi transfiguration. Harry must be as smart as James and can learn it as soon as he learns it, right?" Sirius encouraged him looked at Harry.

"Transfiguration?"

"Correct."

"Like when you turn into a dog?"

"Correct!"

"I want to learn!"

"it is good!"

"no!"

Harry and Sirius looked at each other and were both stunned by Regulus' words.

After a few seconds.

"Regulus is right... Animagus is not something that a young wizard can learn. When you reach the fifth grade and get excellent Transfiguration OWLs, I can teach you." Sirius glanced at him with an unkind expression. The younger brother put away his playful smile and said, "When you finish studying these books, you will know that human body transformation is a very profound magic. Once something goes wrong, the consequences will be terrible. Some people become five-legged monsters..."

Although he knew that this was not how the five-legged monster came, Regulus wisely did not correct Sirius.

Listening to Sirius's embellished explanation, Harry temporarily suppressed the urge to learn to become a dog, but there was still a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

"Mr. Potter, from the perspective of a professor, I hope you will be down-to-earth. If you can learn everything in these three books before next May, you will have met my expectations." Regule Si suddenly became serious, "I can even predict that after you go to school, you will be the center of attention of your classmates and teachers. When the time comes, you will not know anything about it, but it will be very embarrassing."

Like all students who were criticized by the teacher, Harry lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"The content of these three books is what I think is the most basic and important. As for the Defense Against the Dark Arts that I teach, it needs to be based on these three courses." Regulus continued, "To be fair, Your godfather is a very good Transfiguration Master and a Master of Charms, but his potion skills are only so-so, so you'd better not let him down."

Harry nodded, seemingly listening.

"What do you mean? Isn't my potions class good?" Sirius suddenly shouted dissatisfied.

"It's far worse than Mr. Potter's mother anyway." Regulus said without mercy.

"How do you know Lily's potion is good?"

"Because Professor Slughorn has to praise her in front of everyone at the party every other week." Regulus raised his eyebrows.

"Okay! It's just the content of the first grade. I'm sure it will be fine. And I don't expect Snotlout's class to teach others anything." Sirius said dissatisfied.

Harry was about to ask what was going on with "Snotlout" when his stomach suddenly growled.

He only ate one sandwich all day today.

At Mrs. Figg's place, he really couldn't bring himself to eat due to the smell of cabbage and cat that filled the room.

And at this time, the aroma of food wafted up at the right time, making him feel even more hungry.

"Let's go and eat." Sirius suggested.

When he was going downstairs, Harry noticed that on the wall on the other side of the stairs hung a row of wrinkled heads with ugly big noses, just like the Kreacher he had just seen.

"What's going on?" Harry was frightened by these ugly heads and almost slipped down the stairs, but Sirius caught him.

"Family tradition, when the house elves are too old to carry the dishes, their heads will be cut off and hung here." Sirius said with disgust, "Kreacher always thought that being able to hang his head on it was a good thing. An honor."

Harry immediately thought of the elf he had seen downstairs before.

Only then did he realize that not every corner of this house was so beautiful.

"You wouldn't do that, would you?" Harry asked softly.

"Of course not." It was Regulus who answered the question immediately.

Sirius and Harry both looked back at him.

"Watch your step." Regulus waved his hand, motioning for them to move quickly.

When they arrived at the dining room, a living, old, wrinkled Kreacher was filling bowls with onion soup, and the spiraling steam gave off a wonderful aroma.

Three sets of shiny silver tableware and a variety of dishes were already placed on the table, most of which were dishes that Harry had never seen before.

Although Harry was never hungry when he was at the Dursleys' house, it was definitely the first time in his life to have such a sumptuous dinner.

Even the Christmas dinner and even Dudley's birthday party were not so grand.

"You're welcome! You can eat whatever you want!" Sirius blinked.

Harry immediately took a fancy to one of the treacle pies and ate it hungrily.

"I knew you would like this!" Sirius let out a cheer of victory, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "James used to love treacle pie the most!"

Regulus concentrated on his medium-rare steak and decided to ignore them.

After eating and drinking, Harry, led by Kreacher, found the bathroom and dove in.

As soon as he closed the door, Regulus put an earplug into the bathroom to listen to the spell.

Sirius frowned.

"I don't care what you do at home, you must remember one thing." Regulus stared at Sirius and said seriously, "If you don't want your godson to die a violent death, don't let him know that this is The house also has a basement.”

Thinking of what was hidden in the basement, Sirius sobered up instantly.