demon hunter at hogwarts

After sighing with emotion about the profoundness of chamber pot culture, Regulus exited the "exhibition room".

He silently recited in his mind what he really needed: a room large enough to practice magic without being disturbed.I walked back and forth three times in front of the white wall.

The sleek door with its brass handle appeared again.

But he did not step into the room immediately. Instead, he said to the direction of the stairs: "Mr. Principal, I think I have found the toilet you mentioned. Do you want to go in and have a look together?"

Following his words, Dumbledore walked up the stairs step by step, holding his starry nightcap crooked to the side.

"Okay." The old principal said with a smile.

When they entered the room again, the furnishings inside had become completely different.

There were torches burning on the walls, like those in an auditorium hall, lighting up the whole room.

Under the torch, there is a whole row of bookshelves, with about hundreds of various magic books on them, just like a small Hogwarts library.

At the other end of the room, there are various magical instruments, including but not limited to looking glasses, demon mirrors, and secret explorers.

There are also various props such as puppets, targets, and cushions placed in the corner to assist with practice.

The pattern on the ground looked very much like the small dueling club ring that Regulus had set up in class.

"It is indeed magical, but Phineas has never mentioned this room to me... I doubt that even Sirius knows about this place, otherwise he will brag..." Regulus admired and looked around. The entire room and the specifications of this practice room had exceeded his expectations.

"I'm afraid Phineas doesn't want his descendants to use this room to violate school rules." Dumbledore spread his hands and said as if to welcome a guest, "Welcome to the Room of Requirement."

"The Room of Requirement? This name is quite appropriate." Regulus picked up a looking glass and played with it.

"Because Hogwarts Castle represents the will of the four founders, it will help those in need and respond to their requests." Dumbledore explained, "Okay, let's say good night to each other..."

Dumbledore yawned and walked slowly towards the door.

"Sir, I have a presumptuous request." Regulus suddenly stopped Dumbledore and said solemnly, "I hope you can do me a small favor like the great founders did..."

"Oh? Tell me." Dumbledore stopped and looked at Regulus with a smile.

Five minutes later, Regulus was lying on his back with his limbs spread out on the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Are you really over 100 years old?" he said somewhat unclearly.

"Age means experience. To be honest, I do have more experience." Dumbledore stroked his beard and blew out a small green flame that was still floating in front of him. "Objectively speaking, you use The magic is very novel, even I have seen it for the first time. If you can study it carefully... I believe you can achieve great achievements."

"I thought you would say 'this power is too dangerous, it's best not to use it anymore'." Regulus stood up with a grin on his face and rubbed his ribs that were still sore.

"The danger is never magic, but the people who use magic..."

Dumbledore left, and Regulus pulled two puppets from the corner and started practicing.

Ever since he discovered the correct use of the Room of Requirement and received Dumbledore's acquiescence, Regulus spent most of his free time in this room.

Tonks would occasionally practice with him, but the times were very few, because as a seventh-grade student, she had to face the NEWTs exam, which put a lot of pressure on her.

After all, not everyone can become an Auror if they want to.

One night, Regulus finished practice and returned to the office exhausted, ready to rest.

The firewood in the fireplace hissed out a few sparks.

Then Sirius' face appeared in the fire.

"It's so late, what's wrong?" Regulus reluctantly got up, pulled up a chair and sat in front of the fire.

"I haven't seen you home for a few weeks. As an elder brother, it's not too much to care about your younger brother, right?" Sirius said with a playful smile.

"I'm busy at work." Regulus looked a little impatient.

The reason is simple. He is sore all over now and just wants to go to bed early.

"Oh? Then why can't I always find you on the map?" Sirius didn't intend to simply let him go.

"That crap of yours is probably broken a long time ago." Regulus said dryly.

"Invalid? I can't see...yesterday, Harry noticed that you and Tonks' names walked to the eighth floor and then disappeared." Sirius' tone became excited, "I paid special attention today, and it was true. , you just came back from the eighth floor, right? Tell me, what is there? "

"I'm warning you... if you use that thing to spy on me again, see if I turn it into toilet paper!" Regulus threw a paper ball towards the fireplace, passing through Sirius' face.

"Okay... okay, this won't happen again in the future, but you have to tell me, is there really a secret passage leading outside the school? Is there a secret passage inside the school that I haven't discovered?" Sirius Regulus asked reluctantly.

"It's a school secret, no comment." Regulus rolled his eyes and didn't look at him.

"I'll find out sooner or later..." Sirius muttered quietly.

Before Regulus cut off the communication, Sirius said again: "I bought a ticket for the weekend, Holy Skull Island Harpy vs. Tuthill Tornado, the highlight of this year, will you go and watch it?"

Considering that he was really overloaded recently and needed to relax, Regulus took about five seconds to respond: "See you in Wales then."

It's ten o'clock on a Saturday morning, somewhere in the highlands of Wales.

Harry struggled to get up from the grass, spitting out the blades of grass that he accidentally got into his mouth due to landing in the wrong way.

Sirius looked at his godson with a smile of triumphant mischief.

"This is how every wizard plays tricks on children who use portkeys for the first time. You can do the same to your son in the future." Regulus apparated next to the two of them.

"Then I'll have to endure it for a long time." Harry wiped his glasses with his sleeve, put them on again, and followed Sirius towards the stadium.

After covering the scar with his hair, Harry looked like an ordinary thin ten-year-old boy with nothing special about him.

There were some passionate young witches who kept staring at Sirius with unabashed hot eyes.

"I'll give you a suggestion, it's best not to eat food sent by others." Regulus reminded helplessly.

"Oh, I'm used to it."

Harry listened to the conversation between the two in confusion.

The ticket Sirius bought was for the top-floor box, which had a sofa, snacks, drinks, and a panoramic telescope. It was right on the extension line in the center of the stadium, which was a better location than the ticket Slughorn gave him last time.

Harry picked up a panoramic telescope, studied the knobs on it, and suddenly said to Sirius with some hesitation: "Can I invite Ron to watch the game next time? He must have never watched a game in the box."

Harry and Ron spent the afternoon playing at the Burrow while Sirius helped Arthur Weasley work on his car.

Because of his poor family background and the suppression of his five older brothers, Ron had a low self-esteem, but he was humorous and hospitable, and quickly won Harry's favor.

Especially after the two exchanged a lot of chocolate frog cards and each got what they wanted.

"Of course." Sirius rubbed Harry's head.

The game started soon, and the commentator was a tall, muscular man with blond hair and red face. His magically amplified voice echoed loudly in the stadium.

"Ludo Bagman?" Regulus recognized the man.

"That's him. I didn't expect him to be doing well now. I remember he was almost arrested as a Death Eater a few years ago." Sirius said lazily while lying on the sofa with his legs crossed.

"He may be the best in the world in dealing with Bludgers, but I don't think Death Eaters need to form a Quidditch team." Regulus shook his head, grabbed a handful of potato chips and chewed them.

"Who is Ludo Bagman?" Harry still held the panoramic telescope, but his head was half turned back.

"The guy I'm talking to now was the best batsman in England when I was at school," Regulus replied.

"It's not a big deal to say he is the best in the world. Anyway, after he retired, the British team has never achieved any decent results." Sirius added.

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed and turned the direction of the telescope, as if he wanted to see what the legendary world-class star looked like.

The game was exciting, much more exciting than the school Quidditch game. After all, the players on the field were all professional players, and they were the highest-level Quidditch players in the entire UK and Ireland.

But Regulus always felt that watching their games was not as exciting and immersive as watching the Hogwarts House Competition.

As for Sirius, for him, there were only two types of Quidditch games, those with James Potter and those without James.

Obviously, today's game belonged to the latter, and he didn't show much interest in it. The main purpose was to make Harry happy.

Judging from Harry's frequent excited cheers, this goal was at least achieved.

The one fly in the ointment is that although captain Gwenog Jones played well and sent the four main players of the Tornadoes on stretchers with Bludgers, the Holy Skull Island Harpies finally lost due to the gap in overall strength of the team. Still lost the game.

This left Harry, a newly minted Banshee fan, feeling a bit lost in the end.

When the game was over, Regulus ran into an acquaintance.

Lucius Malfoy.

"Hello, Regulus, we didn't know you were coming to the game, otherwise we would have added an extra seat in the box..." Lucius Malfoy stretched out his right hand.

"I decided on the spur of the moment, mainly at his invitation." Regulus simply shook hands with Lucius and pointed at Sirius.

Lucius frowned. He and Sirius didn't have much interaction, but he soon discovered another person.

"Is this...the legendary Harry Potter?" Lucius's gray-blue eyes flashed with interest.

"Not bad." Sirius held Harry close to him and replied coldly.

At this time, Narcissa led Draco out of the box and greeted Regulus with a smile. When she saw Sirius, she just nodded stiffly.

Harry raised his head and met Lucius's scrutinizing gaze.

Through the hair on his forehead, Lucius vaguely saw the lightning-shaped scar. He did not look away and said softly: "Draco, why don't you come and meet your future classmate? This one is very famous... …a legendary person."

Draco walked over slowly and leisurely, with reluctance written all over his face.

He was slightly taller than Harry, but he deliberately stood on the steps, looking down at Harry like his father, and stretched out his right hand with the same air as Lucius just now.

"Draco Malfoy," Draco said brightly.

"Harry Potter." Harry squeezed Draco's finger, shook it twice symbolically, and then let go.

The two stared at each other without saying a word.

"This is not the place to talk. If you want to talk, you can make an appointment at another time." Seeing that the atmosphere was awkward, Regulus said to save the situation.

"That's right." Lucius said with a smile.

The two groups soon parted ways.

"Dad, why should I be friends with that...Harry Pott? He doesn't look like a big deal." Draco complained impatiently on the way.

"But his name is well known in the wizarding world. If 90.00% of people want to make friends with him, but you choose to go against him, it would be unwise." Lucius taught him "seriously" son.

Narcissa walked beside them without saying a word.

at the same time.

"This is the Malfoy family." Regulus said briskly, "How do you feel about meeting them for the first time?"

"To be honest, I don't like them very much. I feel...a little uncomfortable." Harry told the truth.

"This guy still has the same virtue of looking at people through his nostrils, and his son is the same." Sirius' tone was full of disdain, "Sometimes you can tell whether you are compatible when you first meet. I saw snot at the first sight. Jing, I just wanted to break his nose, and it’s the same now.”

Harry forced a smile.

"Of course, it's normal to have a bad impression when you meet. When your parents first met, they had a quarrel in the carriage." Sirius continued to comfort Harry, "This does not prevent them from getting married later."

This sentence was a bit over the top, and Harry's mouth fell open in surprise.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. It's normal for boys and girls to have difficulty communicating. The key to judging whether a person is worth dating is your choice." Regulus took over the topic, "You may not necessarily become friends with most of them. But Be sure not to become enemies with most people.”

"You sound like Lucius Malfoy," Sirius said darkly.

"I haven't finished yet... There are many kinds of friends, some with purpose, others out of sincerity." Regulus stared at Harry and said, "Some are for your 'Boy Who Lived' Names, and others are because of you as a person. There is a big difference here."

Harry nodded in understanding.