demon hunter at hogwarts

In the minds of the vast majority of Hogwarts students, what Dumbledore said is the unbreakable truth.

Now that the words had come to this point, Rolf stopped trying to argue.

These photos reminded Hagrid, and he looked through the pockets of the Greek wizard's clothes again, trying to find other relics.

Not much was gained. Apart from a few other photos of him with magical animals, there was only a diary that was old and soaked in blood.

Hagrid opened the diary and looked at it under the dim light of the cabin. His brows immediately knitted together.

"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Black... I can't understand this." He walked towards Dumbledore and handed the diary over.

Dumbledore took the diary, flipped through two pages, and said, "This is written in Greek. It is all about his travels around the world."

Then he handed the diary to Regulus.

Although he was not proficient in one or two hundred languages, including Mermaid and Troll, like Dumbledore and Barty Crouch, Regulus could still read the Greek above.

He opened the diary and read from back to front.

The latest date is today, and there is only one line written on it.

"Must enter Hogwarts..."

I turned a few pages forward, and they were all written in scrawl, short, incomprehensible sentences.

From this, Regulus could only see that the owner of the diary had a big problem with his mental state.

"When did you buy Lu Wei and Hagen?" Regulus suddenly asked Hagrid.

Hagrid slapped his forehead with enough force to smash a watermelon. After trying to think back for a moment, he said uncertainly: "Hmm... probably around mid-September, not long after school started."

Regulus flipped forward a few pages in the diary, and the writing on it was soaked in blood and was difficult to read. He pulled out his wand and read into the diary: "Clean up! Restore it to the original state!"

The spell took effect and the writing became legible again.

"...I got an order from the master to deal with Lu Wei and Hagen as soon as possible...The master seems to be very interested in Nagini, but it's a pity that I left her in Albania..."

"It seems that he also knows the name of this snake...the blood-cursed orc. Is he a Parselmouth? Or does the blood-cursed orc still retain some sense and can communicate with him?" Regulus looked at him. To Dumbledore.

"Perhaps we can only solve this mystery when we have the chance to meet Nagini, because this poor friend can no longer tell us the truth." Dumbledore sighed.

Regulus flipped through the diary quickly and stopped on the page of August [-]th.

"...Gilderoy Lockhart invited me to have lunch tomorrow. I know he is a famous adventurer. Maybe he can tell me where there are more fascinating magical animals..."

These lines are neat and neat, completely different from the scrawled and messy handwriting at the back. They don't look like they were written by the same person at all.

"It seems that he had lost part of his memory at that time and was implanted with a false memory of obeying his 'master'." Regulus made a judgment.

Hagrid, Kettleburn and Rolf didn't understand what he meant. Only Dumbledore nodded slightly.

This diary was written since July. Regulus quickly read it all and found nothing more valuable.

All I know is that this Greek wizard has a famous name, Achilles.

Before coming to the UK, he left Nagini and some other animals that were too difficult to smuggle into the care of a friend in Albania.

Regulus handed the diary back to Hagrid.

Hagrid sandwiched the photo between the diary and stuffed it into the hands of Achilles, who was already lying quietly in the pit.

The burial process was carried out in silence, no one read a eulogy, only the rune horse occasionally neighed once or twice.

"Gentlemen, it's time for us to return to the castle." Dumbledore suggested after the last shovel of earth was covered on the simple grave.

"Professor, I'm thinking... if we use a transformation spell on the blood-cursed orc, force her into a human form and then lock her with magic, and finally modify her memory..." On the way back to the castle, Rolf suddenly proposed His whims.

Regulus said nothing. In his opinion, although Rolf's method was a bit fanciful, it seemed feasible in theory.

"I don't think so. Not to mention how complicated the magical process is required... Minerva should have told you in class about the dangers of cross-species transformation, and that something could go wrong at every step." Dumbledore said calmly. Xu shook his head and said earnestly, "Even if the previous steps are successful, she will not be the same after we instill memories in her."

This philosophical question confused Rolf.

He muttered to himself until he returned to the Hufflepuff common room.

"Sometimes, he really reminds me of young Newt." Dumbledore said with emotion as he watched Rolf walk away.

"I hear this kind of thing all the time lately. Someone tells me eight times a day that he thinks of young James." Regulus followed Dumbledore up the stairs step by step.

"What do you think? How about the child Harry Potter?" Dumbledore asked.

"Based on my observations during this period, he has a certain amount of talent, and his character...is considered healthy." Regulus commented, "But I don't think he has shown enough ability to fight against the Dark Lord."

"There is a reason why Harry was able to defeat Voldemort..." Dumbledore's voice was very soft, as if he was worried about waking up the portrait on the wall, "He has power that none of us understand."

"So you plan to train that child? Let him defeat Voldemort for us?" Regulus asked pointedly.

"I do plan to train him, but I hope he can live well." Dumbledore said calmly, "because Voldemort will value him more than us."

After listening to Dumbledore's explanation, Regulus remained silent.

"Speaking of which, Voldemort has disappeared since the failure of Operation Halloween, and has shown no concern for the fate of his new subordinates." Dumbledore suddenly changed his tone, "Amelia was deeply hurt because of those werewolf prisoners. Think about it, it will be a full moon soon, and Azkaban will definitely not give them a separate cell..."

"Maybe he needs to hibernate like a snake." Regulus speculated, "If he really values ​​Harry Potter as much as you said, I am a little worried about Sirius's personal safety. Although Peter and Lockhart are finished, but the Dark Lord must have other minions."

"I don't think he will act rashly. After all, the power of using other people's bodies is limited, unless he can find a way to make a body of his own." Dumbledore's voice was solemn, "There is magic that can do this. Yes, but the conditions are very harsh and require a long time of preparation, and we should also be prepared... Let's say good night to each other, it's getting late."

After saying that, the old principal slowly climbed the stairs and returned to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

This weekend, the little wizards of Hogwarts finally waited for the most tense, exciting and highly anticipated House Cup Quidditch match in the entire school year.

The opening match is naturally Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

The two colleges have had a long-standing feud, and each has its own victories and defeats in competitions over the years.

But in terms of audience support, Slytherin obviously suffered a lot. They obviously became the public enemies of the other three houses. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw both joined the ranks of cheering Gryffindor.

In the faculty auditorium, Regulus, who arrived a few minutes late, had to sit in the only available seat. Sitting next to him with a serious look on his face was Snape.

Regulus sniffed. The Potions Professor was probably doing experiments a quarter of an hour ago, which was reflected in the strong smell of medicine on his body.

In Regulus' impression, Snape seemed to have no other hobbies besides studying potions and spells. He came to watch Quidditch matches mostly because, as the Head of Slytherin, he had to Come to supervise the college team's games.

The two made eye contact but said nothing.

As Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle, fifteen broomsticks of different models and four balls of different sizes quickly rose into the air, and the game officially began.

"Slytherin got the ball first and Warrington broke through - he knocked away Angelina Johnson - and the Quaffle was passed to Marcus Flint, who I think had a troll Pedigree - just a guess, Professor - Flint shoots! Oliver Wood, great save!" The man holding the magic microphone was a black boy with dreadlocks whom Regulus recognized as Gryffindor II. Lee Jordan, a first-year student, has a good relationship with the Weasley twins and is also a naughty kid who likes to play pranks.

Of course, Lee Jordan's explanation is also full of tendencies.

"Behold! For some reason, Slytherin's Seeker Terrence Higgins is going to stick himself to Charlie Weasley instead of catching the Snitch himself. I don't know what he's thinking What, have you forgotten your duties as a Seeker?" Lee Jordan said sarcastically, drawing criticism from Professor McGonagall.

On the court, Higgins stayed close to Charlie, preventing him from finding the Golden Snitch comfortably.

Although Charlie has superb flying skills, his broom performance is obviously not as good as Higgins, so he can't get rid of the other party's entanglement for a while.

The gap between the chasers on both sides was revealed. On Slytherin's side, Flint, Warrington and Adrian Pusey, although their skills were a little rough, they were stronger and had an advantage in the confrontation. .

As for Gryffindor, there are two seventh-year chasers: Theo Heskey can do everything except score goals; Emile Walcott can do everything except fly fast. Useless.

After 10 minutes, Gryffindor only relied on second-year female players. Angelina Johnson, who had just joined the team, scored two goals, while Slytherin had already scored five goals. This was despite Wood's frequent and wonderful saves. .

Sure enough, weak teams are a breeding ground for goalkeepers.

At this point, even Lee Jordan saw Slytherin's tactic, which was to let Higgins interfere with Gryffindor's top seeker, Charlie, to delay time, while other players took the opportunity to quickly expand the score. If the difference is greater than 160 points, even if Charlie catches the Golden Snitch, it will be of no avail.

"... Look at Wood! Alas! He didn't hold on, Warrington scored, Slytherin led [-] to [-], Gryffindor called a timeout." Lee Jordan explained in frustration, "I hope Charlie... Weasley was able to figure out how to deal with this situation because Slytherin was obviously prepared."

Professor McGonagall, an avid fan, looked very frustrated. She looked at Snape in confusion. In her memory, Snape was not good at riding a broomstick when he was a student, and he had never participated in a Quidditch match. This kind of targeted It's not like he can come up with tactics.

But when her eyes glanced at Regulus sitting next to her, she immediately figured it out.

This was Slytherin's main seeker back then, and he had won many victories for the college.

"Did you provide them with guidance?" At the same time, at the other end of the stands, Snape asked softly while still staring at the court.

"Ever since Mr. Flint heard from somewhere that I was pretty good at Quidditch, his attitude towards me has changed 180 degrees. As a professor, it is also appropriate to give students a little advice." Lei Gu Les said with a smile.

The game started again. Fred and George obviously got Charlie's instructions and frantically swung the Bludger in the direction of the two Seekers, trying to interfere with Higgins' entanglement with Charlie.

"The Weasleys are obviously very confident in their brothers' skills! Look, Charlie dodged the Bludger! Higgins almost got hit, but Charlie escaped! Go catch the Snitch... Oh! Oh my God!"

Lee Jordan suddenly stopped explaining in horror. Everyone saw what happened. Charlie even stopped his dive and was almost rear-ended by Higgins who was catching up.

Gryffindor's Chaser Walcott was hit hard on the head by another Bludger thrown hard by Slytherin's batter Perikin Derek, and he lost consciousness. He fell from fifty feet Falling from high altitude.

Seeing this thrilling scene, the boys were exclaiming and the girls were screaming, while the professors took quick action.

Regulus pulled out his wand and shouted a spell: "Shock reduction and speed stop!"

More than one spell hit Walcott, and his falling speed slowed down quickly, and his whole body slowly fell down like a giant feather.

At the same time, the lawn below Walcott had turned into a huge air mattress, obviously because of Professor McGonagall's action.

Walcott fell to the mat, landed smoothly, and suffered no secondary damage, and the mat turned back to grass.

Mrs. Hooch stopped the game, and two Gryffindor classmates took the unconscious Walcott to the school hospital.

Although there was an accident, it was a normal injury in the game, and the Gryffindor players did not complain too much.

It's just that they were missing one of their main players and had to replace them with a substitute chaser. Sophomore girl Alia Spinnet continued the game.

Almost everyone believed that it was only a matter of time before Slytherin won this game.

"You cast a spell secretly. Are you afraid that Gryffindor people will come to thank you?" Regulus said to Snape easily.

"To shut up."

Snape put the wand hidden in his sleeve back into his pocket, his thin lips flattened and his expression stiff.