demon hunter at hogwarts

At Snape's request, several people left the office silently.

As soon as the wooden door closed, I heard the sound of breaking glassware coming from the office.

Harry was at a loss, but he heard Dumbledore say softly: "Come with me."

The old headmaster took the lead, and Regulus followed behind with his lips pursed.In order to prevent the students wandering around the castle from discovering the abnormality, Harry followed the advice and put on the invisibility cloak.

The doubtful glances of the teachers and students were mainly attracted by Sirius, who had disheveled hair and a poor complexion.

"To be fair, I feel sad for Snape. Just imagine him lying under the cabinet looking for the wand... He didn't yell at us to get out just now. He should have been very restrained." Walking through a deserted place When they entered the corridor, Regulus sighed in a low voice, "You two really...can't make anyone feel at ease at any time."

"Who asked him to cause trouble in the first place! Did he bring Harry to his dark and smelly office to interrogate the prisoner? Besides, with the principal here, he wouldn't dare to be presumptuous." Sirius heard Regulus Speaking for Snape, he immediately retorted unhappily.

"But you are so presumptuous!" Dumbledore stopped and glared at Sirius sternly, "Maybe I should consider whether you are suitable to continue raising Harry."

"I am the guardian designated by James. You have no right to deprive me of my custody rights." Sirius was immediately furious, and Harry was so frightened that Harry jumped out from under the invisibility cloak and grabbed his right hand, only to find that he had pinched it. Blood.

Sirius gasped in pain, but did not withdraw his hand.

"I'm sorry..." Harry quickly let go of his hand, looking a little at a loss.

"Healed as before!" Regulus pulled out his wand and pointed at Sirius' injured hand and said.

Those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Thank you..." Sirius kept flexing and stretching his fingers, clenching and relaxing his fists, and found that it didn't hurt at all, but he soon discovered the problem, "When did you become so good at healing magic?"

"I like to let students practice in class. It is inevitable that there will be some bumps and bumps. I can't keep bothering Madam Pomfrey." Regulus said lightly.

"I would like to say thank you to you on Poppy's behalf." Dumbledore said to Regulus with a smile, "I am very happy to find a professor who can handle emergencies correctly. I remember that a few years ago, it was also Defense Against the Dark Arts. In class, when the teacher was demonstrating the flame spell, he made a mistake and burned his butt..."

Beside, Harry, who was once again covered by the invisibility cloak, sounded very amused. He was about to ask more questions when Sirius said seriously: "Don't try to fool me, Dumbledore, we are still discussing my custody issue."

"Ah, that's right... I'm not an official of the Ministry of Magic, and I really don't have the qualifications." Dumbledore said, "But I don't want Harry to be in danger often. Or is it because this period of time has been too quiet, and you have forgotten that in Wanwan... What happened on Holy Night?”

Sirius' arrogance softened.

Several people came to the door of the principal's office, and Dumbledore read out the password: "Pile of cockroaches."

"What is a pile of cockroaches..." Harry took off his invisibility cloak and blinked his green eyes at the three adults around him.

"Do not ask."

The gargoyle jumped aside, and the four of them walked along the spiral staircase and entered Dumbledore's office.

The various exquisite and strange instruments placed on the table and display cabinets immediately attracted Harry's attention.

But the education he received since childhood and his reason told Harry that these things should not be touched.

"Mr. Black."

Sirius felt a chill go down his back.

Dumbledore didn't usually call people that, generally speaking it meant nothing good was going to happen.

"You broke into the school privately and beat the professor with violence. As the principal, what should I do with you? According to precedent, you will be banned from entering the castle..." Dumbledore said in a business-like tone, "Do you think I should Shouldn’t I give you a chance to change your ways?”

Sirius looked a little panicked. After all, it was because of him that he was the one who was more at fault.

"Rael, you heard what Snotlout said just now... He is not a little sheep who can be bullied easily. I don't worry about letting Harry study in his class next year..." Sirius tried to calm down. General water.

"I only heard you two cussing each other." Regulus said stiffly, "As for the content, it is vulgar and I will not repeat it."

Neither of these two people were easy-going people, so he had no interest in getting involved in their feud.

"That person just now...Snape, he said he wanted to deprive me of my admission qualifications." Harry suddenly spoke, trying to speak for Sirius.

"It's Professor Snape, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore corrected him sternly, "No one can deprive you of admission, because the moment you were born, your name was already written with the pen of admission. It’s in the book.”

"What book?" Harry had never heard of this term.

"The Pen of Acceptance can detect any signs of magic, and the Book of Admission determines whether these signs meet the requirements for admission. This is the only way Hogwarts has screened students for nearly a thousand years." Dumbledore explained, "In short, You don’t have to worry about your admission qualifications for now.”

"For now?" Sirius and Harry asked in unison.

"If you sneak into Hogwarts Castle secretly again, I'm afraid I will agree with Professor Snape. If you flout the rules too much, it will be dangerous to others and yourself." Dumbledore said seriously.

"Rules are just things invented by those in power to protect their own interests." Sirius cleared his throat disdainfully, "They are made to be broken."

"But many times, only by abiding by the rules can you ensure a normal life." Regulus retorted, "If you had stayed at home, nothing like what happened today would have happened."

"A normal life as plain as boiled water?" Sirius immediately countered, "That can only be called living."

"The debate can be left behind, but I think many years ago, Gryffindor and Slytherin failed to convince each other, so we should respect other people's opinions." Dumbledore said, stopping the two of them from talking. War of words.

The old principal's attitude was very clear, he did not want to continue the argument.

At the same time, a pleasant chirp came.

Harry was very surprised that he did not discover the source of the chirping the first time he entered this office.

On a high gilded perch, stood a very beautiful big bird, its whole body covered with faintly shining golden-red feathers, and even its claws were shining gold.

"This is Fawkes, a phoenix." Dumbledore introduced to Harry, "a very charming, loyal, and magical creature."

"Sir, can you communicate with animals?" Harry looked away from Fawkes and asked Dumbledore.

"Of course." Dumbledore smiled.

As if to prove what the old headmaster said, the phoenix immediately left its perching branch, landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, and let out a sweet, singing cry.

Dumbledore stroked it gently, and finally his fingers fell on one of its tail feathers.

"Okay, you should go home now, take this." Dumbledore handed the tail feather to Harry.

Harry didn't understand what this was about, but out of his subconscious trust in Dumbledore, he still subconsciously grabbed the feathers.

"You know what I'm going to say." Dumbledore said to Sirius seriously again, "We will solve this matter."

Sirius nodded slightly, grabbed the phoenix feather with his left hand, and put his right hand on Harry's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile.

"No. 12 Grimmauld Place, London." Dumbledore said to Phoenix, and Fox nodded humanely.

Harry was completely confused and was about to ask a question when his whole body was engulfed in fire.

Ten seconds later, the fire bloomed in the principal's office again, and Fox flew back to its perch and dozed lazily.

"Sorry..." Regulus started, but was interrupted by Dumbledore.

"I expected something like this to happen when I left Harry to be raised by Sirius," Dumbledore said.

"In that case, why don't you just leave Harry with his Muggle relatives? If you use that protective magic or something as a reason, even Sirius will agree."

"I just feel that now is the life they deserve." Dumbledore sighed. "Danger and trouble will not be a problem if we defeat Voldemort."

"Then I have to act quickly. Every second counts." Regulus sneered and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment."

"Ok?"

"Considering Severus's current mood and state, I think I have to ask you to do the potions class in the afternoon." Dumbledore said seriously, "I remember Horace said that your potions scores are very good. , two fourth-grade classes, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

"Based on my limited understanding of Snape, he may not want others to interfere in his affairs." Regulus looked embarrassed.

"I will convince him. I just want to take up your rest time all afternoon. I'm sorry..." Dumbledore immediately took action. When he walked to Regulus, he reached out and patted his shoulder.

About 15 minutes later, Dumbledore came back.

"Sometimes, in my eyes, you are still the same as when you were students. Even if you become a professor, it doesn't make you worry..." The old principal sighed and handed a piece of parchment to Regulus, "This This is part of the fourth year curriculum and Severus is grateful for your generous help and hopes you will continue the course at his pace."

Regulus deeply suspected that Snape's thanks were added by Dumbledore himself.

He took the handwritten note from Snape and began to read it.

The densely packed fonts on the parchment are just like the Potions Professor himself, rigorous and gloomy, but with a hint of cold edge.

"This recipe..." Regulus vaguely felt something was wrong and asked, "Can I see the fourth grade textbook list?"

"Minerva has always been responsible for making lists." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"understood."

After Regulus asked Professor McGonagall, he discovered that Snape did not use specific books as teaching materials except for first-year students and advanced classes.

"Severus only designated some books as reference books, and the teaching content was basically formulated by himself. Therefore, there are very few advanced students who can keep up with his progress. Although I should not question the teaching methods of other professors... "Professor McGonagall said.

The fourth-year Potions class is divided into two periods. The two houses taught today are Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

Regulus felt a little uncomfortable with the cold and damp classroom that Snape chose. For some reason, he had a very low tolerance for similar environments.

"Professor Snape feels unwell today, so I will be in charge of your classes this afternoon." Facing the confused looks of the students, he explained.

Most of the Gryffindors had smiles on their faces. Relatively speaking, the Ravenclaws were more reserved.

"This lesson is about intelligence enhancers, a very useful potion."

Upon hearing this term, the Ravenclaws all opened their eyes and listened carefully.

"Can anyone tell me what effects the intelligence enhancer has...Miss Clearwater?"

The Ravenclaw girl whose name was called stood up and replied: "This is a potion that can make the drinker's thinking clearer."

"Correct, Ravenclaw...wait a minute, how does Professor Snape usually get extra points?" Regulus suddenly asked.

"No one gets extra points in Potions except Slytherins," complained a Gryffindor boy.

"In that case, one point for Ravenclaw." Regulus smiled, "Don't break the rules too much."

There was a sigh in the room.Percy Weasley suddenly raised his hand.

"Mr. Weasley?"

"I would like to add that drinking an appropriate amount of intelligence enhancer can counteract the effect of the confusion spell." Percy said with confidence and expectation.

"Correct, one point for Gryffindor."

Percy was cheered by the class, seemingly for getting his first Gryffindor point in Potions in a long time.

"Intelligence enhancers do not allow you to truly gain wisdom. This needs to be remembered." Regulus signaled the class to be quiet. "If you drink it in excess, it will cause serious damage to the user's spirit. However, I suggest that you review your magic." While drinking, drink a small amount so that you won’t fall asleep easily... Okay, you have one and a half lessons to try to make the recipe..."

He tapped the blackboard with his wand and wrote on it the preparation method that Snape gave him.

"……on the black board."

The students immediately became busy.

Of course, even when following well-described instructions, not everyone can make mistakes.

Soon, Regulus had to shuttle back and forth between the classrooms, correcting the students' operating methods, and cleaning up some erroneous products in time.

Only then did he realize that if he wanted to be like Professor Slughorn, he could deduce which step went wrong just by looking at the accident scene, how much knowledge of the steps of the potion formula and the related steps were required. accumulation of experience.

Judging from the feedback from students, it seems that Snape can do this as well.

After cleaning up a pot of potions that burned to an ominous dark blue color and exuded a strong smell of rotten eggs, he swore that he would never take Potions lessons again.

It would be more comfortable to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.