demon hunter at hogwarts

The lunch at the Malfoys' house was not of high standard.

At the dinner table, Lucius Malfoy introduced Regulus to the expensive wine they drank in a dignified manner.

Narcissa seemed a little reserved, eating in small bites and basically saying nothing.

"...Actually, going to Hogwarts is not that bad. People say that the weather in Durmstrang is very cold and not suitable for playing Quidditch." Draco wolfed down the barbecue and looked very happy, "But Germany Where is Armstrong?"

"Igor never told me this. He said that the location of Durmstrang's school is a secret and cannot be disclosed to the outside world. I guess... it should be on the Baltic Sea coast." Lucius replied slowly.

"The Baltic Sea?" Draco obviously didn't know much about geography.

"It's far away anyway," Narcissa said. "You don't have to worry about this, but you can talk to Regulus about Quidditch. I remember he used to be Slytherin's Chaser."

"Really?" Draco's eyes lit up after hearing this information, "Can you teach me Wronsky's fake moves?"

"You can learn it when you reach fourth grade." Taking into account his age and the difficulty of Wronsky's fake moves, Regulus answered within a time limit.

Draco obviously interpreted this answer as perfunctory, and his dissatisfied muttering also attracted a mild criticism from Lucius.

Looking at the way the Malfoy family got along, Regulus was quite emotional.

His mother, Walburga Black, had always been known for being proud and strict, and his brother Sirius was an impatient man with the same strong personality. Due to the existence of this combination, scolding and quarreling became the main theme of the Black family, which enveloped the family. The first 14 years of Regulus' life.

In the end, the conflicts accumulated to an irreconcilable level, and Sirius ran away from home as the final outbreak.

In such an environment, Regulus learned to watch people's emotions since he was a child. He never did anything to make Walburga angry, but instead became a "qualified" pure-blood family heir.

Although many times, those actions will go against his own intentions.

After declining Narcissa's invitation to stay here for dinner, Regulus first went to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore after coming out of Malfoy Manor and bought some books before returning to NO.12 Grimmauld Place.

As soon as he entered the door, Regulus smelled the pungent smell of engine oil.

In the living room, Sirius was polishing the motorcycle contentedly, but Harry was missing.

"What should I say? Is Lucius Malfoy planning to win over you, or is he giving you some warning?" Sirius said without raising his head when he heard Regulus enter the door.

"None of them." Regulus hung the robe on the wall and waved his wand, "Where's Harry?"

"I took him to try out the new function. The little guy got a little motion sick and was sleeping upstairs... Hey! What are you doing!"

The windows were all opened, and a strong draft blew through, taking away a lot of the smell of engine oil. Sirius was dissatisfied and grabbed a magazine that was almost blown away in mid-air.

On the cover of the magazine is a female motorcyclist with a hot figure and cool clothes.

"The taste hasn't changed much." Regulus stopped the strong wind.

"A man's vision becomes very specific starting from the age of 16." Sirius didn't feel embarrassed at all and put the magazine aside, "Let's talk about Malfoy."

"I can feel that Lucius is a little scared." Regulus took out two more bottles of butterbeer and handed one to Sirius.

Sirius took the beer and took a sip, and then said contemptuously: "Of course he will be afraid. His master fell the day before, and he went to the Ministry of Magic to surrender and clear his relationship the next day. Guess what Voldemort will reward he?"

"This is just one of the reasons. Although Fudge does not intend to let the public know the truth now, he is more afraid that the Dark Lord will really come back, so even in secret, he will investigate people like Lucius. At the same time, there will definitely be a gradual Reduce their voice in the Ministry of Magic." Regulus analyzed the situation, "And as far as I know, Lucius's hands have not been clean in the past few years. The Borgin-Bock store has helped him sell a lot of goods. The stolen goods, I’m afraid their life will not be so easy in the future.”

"At least they have lived a comfortable life in the past few years. Looking at Bella's current state, what's the benefit of being loyal to Voldemort?" Sirius' tone was full of ridicule, "The good-natured eldest lady of the Black family has become A dirty, crazy bitch.”

"You are right, Lucius is only loyal to himself. But they have seen the danger and began to consider finding a way out for themselves." Regulus suddenly became stern, "What about you? Don't you have any sense of crisis? When the Dark Lord returns, what are you going to use to fight him? A pocketful of magical pranksters? Or something Muggle-y?"

"Did you drink fake wine at Malfoy's house? Or were you possessed by your mother?" The sudden rush made Sirius blush.

"With all due respect, after you took back your godson, I felt that you had no plan for what was going to happen next." Regulus said unceremoniously, "Or do you think it's not you who makes plans? Style? Adaptability is the key to victory?"

"What do you think I can do? If Voldemort wants to hide, Dumbledore can't find him. What should I do? Turn into a dog and sniff him out? I will do it if that works!" Sirius looked very worried. irritable.

"Okay. Then let me ask you, who is more powerful, you or Snape?" Regulus immediately changed his angle.

"Snot Man... Humph, how could he be my opponent..."

If this sentence means a [-]% chance of winning, then Sirius' tone of voice only carries a [-]% confidence at most.

"You don't have enough confidence? Right? Let me tell you something you don't want to hear. If you and Snape were locked in a room for a duel, and only the living ones could come out, I would put all my wealth on Snape. Win." Regulus said bluntly.

"If I hadn't wasted so many years in Azkaban..." Sirius tried to defend.

"In this case, you have been squatting in Azkaban for many years, can you beat Bella?" Regulus asked again.

"At least you won't lose to her, right?" Sirius said gloomily.

"How long can Bella last if she faces Dumbledore?" Regulus continued to ask.

"About...ten seconds." Sirius thought for a moment and replied.

"This means that with your current level, if you encounter the Dark Lord, you can only last for ten seconds at most." Regulus made a cruel conclusion, "In these ten seconds, when you encounter real danger, you can only hold on for ten seconds." It was too late for Harry Potter to run from upstairs to downstairs."

Sirius' face turned pale, and he leaned on the sofa without saying a word for a long time. Finally, he drank the bottle of butterbeer in one gulp. His chest heaved violently, but he did not refute Regulus's words.

Clearly, he agrees with this conclusion, even if it seems a bit unsparing to him.

"I have observed people like McGonagall, Flitwick, and Snape, whom you hate the most, during my time at school. Their magic power is very powerful, but there are traces of it... high power." Regulus Si said, "Every time they cast a spell, I feel like: 'This is a great move, but if I practice for a while, I can use it.'"

"Dumbledore is different. He looks like an ordinary bad old man. But as my magic power becomes stronger and stronger, I can see the gap between myself and Dumbledore more clearly."

"I once had a feeling that even if I spent my whole life studying magic, my achievements would not be one-tenth of Dumbledore's."

"Of course, the Dark Lord and Dumbledore are equally matched in my opinion." Finally, Regulus concluded.

"What do you mean by this? We are all useless, no matter what, we can't compare to Voldemort and Dumbledore?" Sirius' voice was a little muffled.

"I said...once." Regulus said slowly.

Sirius's eyes lit up.

"The magic you are best at must be transformation, right?" Regulus suddenly asked.

"That's it."

"In that case, I'm going to give you something, I hope you can gain something...the briefcase is flying!"

Then, Regulus took out tomes from his briefcase and placed them on the table one by one.

"What is this, a magic book?" Sirius excitedly picked up one of the books, his expression immediately changing from expectation to confusion.

The cover clearly reads "King Arthur and Merlin: The Sword in the Stone."

He flipped through the titles of another book.

"The Secret of Druidism", "Cliona: The Last Druid", "Gaul Wars"...

Judging from the titles, these books should be historical books or biographies, not the magic secrets he imagined.

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked confused.

"As an Animagus, have you never studied the origin of this magic?" Regulus asked helplessly.

"I only learned this magic to transform with Moon Face..." Sirius scratched his hair and said a little embarrassedly.

Regulus was speechless.

"Speak directly and stop making charades. What do you hope I will learn from these books? The history of the rise and fall of Druidry?" Sirius asked.

"I hope you can find out the secret of the Animagus from it." Regulus said solemnly, "You should know what form Merlin's Animagus is, right?"

"Various forms. From big fire dragons to small germs, he can transform into anything he thinks of..." Sirius frowned, "You don't mean to think...that's Merlin Ambrosius, A legendary figure."

"But he is not the only one who can do this." Regulus opened the book "Cliona: The Last Druid" again and pointed to the fragment above.

"...Cliona's well-known Animagus form is that of a brightly colored seabird of unknown species. But druids believe that her legendary death place, the Gris in County Cork, Near Landau Port, every ninth wave that hits the beach is her incarnation... She is therefore called the 'Sea Goddess' or the 'Banshee Queen'..."

"This is made up in a storybook, and you actually take these things seriously..." Sirius' expression was complicated, "You are planning to tell me at the end that this is all a lame joke, right?"

But Regulus's serious expression did not look like he was joking at all. He said: "Few people still believe in the existence of druid magic in the world, but you can't deny that Animagus transformation is It evolved from the Druid's Transfiguration, and many key parts have been lost. For example, switching between multiple different forms; or transforming into magical creatures; or allowing the caster to use magic while in animal form. "

"And these need to be studied by ourselves, and cannot be learned in class. I asked Professor McGonagall, and even she didn't know about these. But those legends are not fantasy, it's just that we haven't found the way to open the treasure house. Key." After Regulus finished speaking, he handed a manuscript to Sirius, "Only you can read it, not even your godson can know about it."

Sirius opened the codex doubtfully. The font on it was very familiar to him. It was exactly the same as the wooden sign Regulus had nailed on the bedroom door.

After reading only a few lines, he was shocked by the contents of the manuscript.

"This is……"

"Some ancient Druid spells are not suitable for me to use, but they should be suitable for you." Regulus smiled, "I hope you can find the secrets of Merlin and Cleona."

"Where did this thing come from? I don't remember having a collection of books about Druid spells at home." Sirius closed the book and asked warily.

"I dreamed about it." Regulus pointed to his head, "So you'd better be careful and don't become obsessed and permanently turn into a dog or something."

"Okay... don't say that Lucius doesn't believe what you say, I don't believe it either." Sirius shook his head and asked with emotion, "In the past ten years, you really didn't fall into some treasure cave, what did you get? The inheritance of the legendary wizard?”

"I swear on Phineas's portrait that I really didn't fall into the 'treasure cave', nor did I get...well, the inheritance of the legendary wizard..." Regulus deliberately added keywords Accented.

However, Sirius did not intend to pursue the question any further.

He is knowledgeable and knows that if the so-called "Druid spells" in that booklet work, it will greatly enhance combat capabilities.

While Harry was resting, Sirius decided to read through it first.

Upon seeing this, Regulus left the living room with satisfaction and prepared to go back to his bedroom to rest.

"Let me practice this. Don't you have any special talents that you want to show off?" Sirius suddenly stopped him.

"Speaking of which, there is indeed a new spell..." Regulus stopped with his left foot on the stairs and said softly, "I just learned it a few days ago and I'm not very good at it yet."

Then he suddenly turned around and opened his eyes, and a bright green light suddenly shot out from his eyes, accurately hitting the empty wine bottle next to Sirius, smashing it to pieces.

"What the hell!?" Sirius was so frightened that he jumped up and waved his wand, turning the broken glass into a wine bottle.

"A look that could kill."