demon hunter at hogwarts

In Sirius's more than 30 years of life, he has seen spells cast silently and without a wand, but he has never seen spells cast with his eyes.

In his impression, Regulus was the kind of so-called "good boy" who had a certain amount of talent but lacked creativity. He studied textbook knowledge step by step. And when such a person used the spell that was obviously unconventional, he felt even more... surprise.

Sirius was just about to ask what happened when he heard a confused question coming from upstairs.

"What's wrong? Sirius?"

A disheveled head poked out of the bedroom door, and Harry walked out, apparently hearing the sound of a bottle being broken.

Regulus noticed that Harry looked pale and listless, as if he had been seriously ill.

"What's going on?" he asked Harry.

Before Harry could answer, Sirius had already taken over: "It's just a ride on my newly modified motorcycle. No one would throw up on a motorcycle! When James and I rode this, Flying all over Britain with the Death Eaters behind..."

Regulus looked at Sirius suspiciously, while Harry's expression turned even worse as he slowly walked down the stairs.

Because of the Dursleys, Harry did not have the opportunity to go to an amusement park and ride roller coasters like other children.

But judging from Dudley's performance after riding the roller coaster, the most exciting roller coaster in the UK is just a child's plaything compared to his godfather's motorcycle.

As for the fact that there were no adverse reactions when flying here from the Dursleys a few days ago, it was entirely due to Sirius' mercy.

Harry thought that it was an incredible achievement that he lasted half an hour before vomiting today.

Seeing Harry walking down, Sirius hurriedly hid Regulus's manuscript behind his back, but his movement was too big and Harry saw it.

"what is that?"

"Kids, don't ask so many questions." Sirius shook the motorcycle magazine.

Harry blushed when he saw the hot cover girl.

Sirius put the magazine aside nonchalantly and took the opportunity to put the codex in his pocket.

"It seems that you are getting along well." Regulus suddenly made a serious face and said in the tone of teaching a student, "But Harry, I would like to know more, what learning results have you achieved this week? Are you still busy? Are you playing?"

"Ah...Sirius taught me the levitation spell, and I'm still practicing it..." Harry's tone was hesitant, showing a lack of confidence.

"Come on, Harry, show your Professor Black a hand." Sirius handed his wand to Harry and said in an encouraging tone, "Just like we usually practice, you can definitely do it."

So, under the gaze of the two of them, Harry solemnly picked up his wand, pointed at the book "The Legend of King Arthur and Merlin: The Sword in the Stone", and recited the spell in a clear and concise tone: "Yungadim - Le V-o-sa!”

At the same time, his wrists waved and flicked.

The spell took effect, and the heavy book immediately rose from the table, with a terrifying roar, and slammed into Sirius' face.

Sirius hurriedly caught the book, his hands hurt from the shock, and he grinned.

"I'm sorry...I messed up..." Harry threw down his wand in a hurry and ran to Sirius, looking a little flustered.

"The strength is a bit too much, but overall he has mastered it. He doesn't have his own wand yet..." Sirius hurriedly found reasons for Harry.

"This kind of levitation spell can be used in duels. If it were Professor Flitwick's class, he would definitely punish you by copying sentences." Regulus said pretending to be serious.

Harry's face fell and Sirius patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"But considering that you have only been exposed to magic for a week, this level is not satisfactory. Generally speaking, first-year wizards can only learn this spell after taking two months of theoretical classes." Regulus changed the subject and said He took out two tickets from his pocket and handed them to Harry, "Congratulations on passing my first quiz. This is your reward."

"Thank you, sir! This is..." Harry took the ticket in surprise and looked down at the words on it.

The ticket read: British and Irish Quidditch League: Holy Skull Harpies vs. Chudley Cannons.

"The Banshees are the favorites to win the championship this year. Tickets for their games are not easy to get. You are busy grading homework at Hogwarts every day, but you can actually buy...or are you a ticket for the top box?" Sirius took the ticket. , glanced at the content above, with doubts on his face.

"Do you want to watch it?" Regulus rolled his eyes at Sirius, "If you don't want to watch it, give me your tickets back."

After saying that, Regulus tried to take back the ticket, but Sirius put the ticket into his trouser pocket with a playful smile.

"Of course! It's a pity that the opponent is the Chudley Cannons. I remember they haven't won the league championship in 100 years." Sirius said with a hint of regret, "I remember their team declaration when I first went to school. Or 'We will conquer all'."

"It's a pity that it backfired... Later, because they really lost too much, they changed it to 'Let's all cross our fingers and be optimistic.'" Regulus added.

The two laughed together.

Harry looked at the two of them, a little confused.

Is the sport of Quidditch really so magical?Can everyone find a common language?

"All joking aside, you'd better support the Banshees and don't shout cheers. Because these two tickets were obtained by Slughorn from Gwenog Jones, who is the captain of the Banshees. ." Regulus warned.

"Gwenog Jones? The batsman? I like her." Sirius said with a smile.

Regulus and Harry both looked at Sirius with strange eyes. He hurriedly explained: "I saw in the newspaper that she was suspended for trying to curse the opponent's player's face off. Just because of that People have flagrant fouls on her players during games. I mean, I love that character."

"I see, then maybe you can get some autographs after the game. The game is in Devon, so you have to hurry up and get there." Regulus pointed to the fireplace and said to Harry, "If you get motion sick, maybe you can Use Floo powder?"

"What is Floo powder?" Harry looked confused.

"Harry has never used Floo powder, so forget it. If he is teleported to Italy..." Sirius shook his head, "I will fly more steadily this time, and everything will be fine."

"Aren't you going, sir?" Harry suddenly asked Regulus.

"I have something else to do. I wish you all a good time." Regulus waved his hand.

Five minutes later, after watching the flying motorcycle turn into a small black dot and disappear into the sky, Regulus returned to his bedroom and took out a large, rough-edged book from his briefcase.

"The Key of Solomon" is clearly written on the cover.

Different from the one that Caredi Bubaji lent him before, the contents of this "Key of Solomon" were completely copied by hand.

If the record is true, this version of the book is the first edition when it was written in the fourteenth century, and the one by Boubaji is a copy reprinted by the French in the seventeenth century. Some of the contents and rituals in it are different. omission.

Most people don't know the difference between the two versions, because the black magic rituals recorded in the book cannot be completed in the modern magic system.

Only Regulus, with knowledge of the mysterious voice, could tell the difference.

He even wondered whether the so-called "King Solomon" who wrote this book had the same experience as him, because this book seemed to be tailor-made for him.

After settling some matters with Kreacher, Regulus recited a spell on his door, sealed the bedroom, and began to study.

a few hours later.

A device in the bedroom lit up with a green light, followed by a rhythmic beeping sound.

Regulus casually scattered an unfinished magic frame.

Because according to the agreement, this was the signal triggered by Kreacher after he discovered that Sirius and Harry had returned home.

As soon as he opened the door to the room, he heard the lively discussion downstairs.

"...That one named Gwenog Jones is so awesome! What's her name?"

"Is it a fake move to hit the ball behind you without looking at people? Counter the Bludger."

"That's right, counter-attack Bludger! She can hit the opponent's player every time! I want to be a hitter in the future!"

Things didn't go as Regulus expected, and Harry obviously fell in love with Quidditch at first sight.

"This game is so exciting! It's better than basketball, football and baseball combined! They're flying!" Seeing Regulus, Harry couldn't wait to express his feelings after the game.

"You will also become a very good Quidditch player in the future." Sirius looked at Harry with pride, "James is the most powerful player I have ever seen. He can play all positions. You Inherited his gift, Harry."

"I remember when I was in school, I caught a few snitches." Regulus said unceremoniously.

"Maybe... I haven't paid much attention to Slytherin's games..." Seeing Regulus's face getting paler, Sirius immediately changed the topic sensibly, patted Harry on the back, and said : "Where's the gift Professor Slughorn gave you? Come take it out and let's take a look."

Harry quickly put a small package in his hand on the table and reached in, only to find that the space inside was much larger than it looked.

He took out a variety of candies and snacks, including but not limited to Mars bars, chocolate frogs and pineapple preserves, and piled them all over the table.

Finally, he took out a photo signed by all the players of the Holy Skull Island Harpy Team. Headed by Gwenog Jones, all female players were sitting on broomsticks and waving.

"Why...that Professor Slughorn seems so enthusiastic about me?" Harry looked at a lot of snacks, a little at a loss.

Sirius had bought him a lot of things during this time, but that was because of their godfather-son relationship.

As for the fat, always smiling old man today, Harry was sure he had never seen him before.

"Because your mother is one of his favorite students." Regulus explained. "I guess he must be regretting that he retired too early and couldn't take you under his wing."

"That's right." Sirius nodded and agreed, "But we can encourage him to return to Hogwarts to teach, just to replace Snotlout... He is one of the few Slytherins I don't hate."

At this point, Sirius immediately stopped.

Because he knew that every time the academy was discussed, Regulus would become very unkind.

Fortunately Regulus had no intention of arguing with him.

Under the light that was not too bright, neither Sirius nor Harry noticed that Regulus's face was paler than usual; nor did they notice that his left hand was always hidden in his sleeve and not exposed.

The next day, Regulus returned to Hogwarts early.

The little wizards accepted the fact that "Professor Reinhardt" became "Professor Black" very quickly.

Later that day, after dinner, Regulus was walking along the corridor on the fifth floor, admiring the murals, when he heard someone at the end of the stairs yell: "Professor Black!"

Regulus turned around and saw that it was Barnaby Lee.

"Kai...Professor Kettleburn...is...looking for you. Please go...to Hagrid's...hut." Li put his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, beads of sweat dripping down his face. Falling on the ground, he obviously ran all the way here.

"Only looking for me?"

"Yes...he...he only asked me to find you. He seemed very anxious." Barnaby Lee tried to make his words smooth.

"I see."

Regulus turned around and went downstairs, quickly arriving at Hagrid's hut.

There, holding a cane and his body filled with various types of prosthetic limbs, the old wizard who was anxiously pacing in front of the hut was none other than the Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts, Sylvanus. · Kettleburn.

But what Regulus is a little confused about is that he doesn't have much interaction with this magizoologist who still maintains the record of probation at Hogwarts. Why would he suddenly call on him tonight?

Soon the riddle was solved.

"Professor Black... I have to ask you for help with something." Kettleburn saw Regulus from a distance and took two steps in a hurry, almost tripping over a bush on the ground.

"What's the matter?"

"A child has entered the Forbidden Forest, and we have to find him." Kettleburn said in a panic. "Hagrid has already gone in first. I think we need to find more people to help...if it weren't for the inconvenience of my legs and feet. …”

Regulus immediately wanted to understand why the Care of Magical Creatures professor thought of asking him for help.

It is very dangerous to let a student enter the forbidden forest at night.

According to what Regulus knew, there were trolls, werewolves, Acromantulas and other dangerous magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

No matter which one, a student cannot deal with it alone.

Although the deans of the other four colleges are very capable, telling them this kind of thing means that they will know that Kettleburn made another mistake during his stay on probation.

Obviously, Kettleburn didn't want to be expelled, and Regulus seemed to him to be equally capable, and perhaps a little easier to talk to than the four deans.

"I'm going to find someone right now."

Kettleburn seemed very happy. He was about to say something when Regulus added: "But you must let Dumbledore know about it now. If something happens, you and Hagrid will be expelled." It’s a small matter, but that student’s life is a big deal, so I hope you can figure out your priorities.”

"Yes...yes, I will tell Dumbledore right now, but the child followed a rune horse into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. There should not be much danger..." Kettleburn saw Lei Gu Les's eyes became smaller and smaller, "His name is Rolf Scamander, and he is a student of Hufflepuff. You should have an impression..."

After asking for directions, Regulus strode into the Forbidden Forest.