demon hunter at hogwarts

Sirius looked at Harry worriedly, then at Regulus, and said, "The Horcrux senses danger and is trying to protect itself. Do you hear this sound?"

Everyone held their breaths and realized that at some point, the basement was filled with a dizzying and disturbing buzzing sound, sometimes sharp, sometimes deep.

"You'd better kill it, otherwise we will be killed by it." Slughorn wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Dumbledore beside him in panic, "Horcruxes are not so easy to destroy... Albus, how are you going to deal with it?"

"Harry, go and try and ask him to open it." Dumbledore's face no longer had the usual calm look, but was replaced by seriousness and seriousness.

"Me?" Harry pointed at himself in disbelief.

He is not a child who knows nothing about magic now. After more than a month of exposure, he knows to some extent that the four wizards in the room are all skilled wizards, and perhaps one of them is the strongest in the world.

No matter how you calculate it, it won't be his turn as a kid who didn't even go to Hogwarts.

"It has to be you, try to talk to it and let it open." Although Dumbledore's voice was soft, it made Harry feel relieved.

"I'll try..." Harry took a step forward, and Sirius immediately followed him, never leaving.

"……Open."

The locket didn't move at all, and Harry looked confused.

"You have to imagine it as a snake. Do you see the letter S on it?" Regulus pointed at the locket and said, "Pretend you are talking to the snake and try it..."

Harry tried several times and finally managed to make a hissing sound.

Slughorn looked at him in surprise, forgetting to wipe his sweat.

The small golden lid of the locket popped open with a slight click.

Inside are two small mirrors, each with a living, bright black eye, rotating on the bodies of the people in the room.

"Stand back." Regulus stared into the eyes in the locket ready.

Sirius hurriedly pulled the overwhelmed Harry behind him. Dumbledore had already grasped his wand, seemingly ready to take action at any time.

A voice suddenly sounded from the locket. The voice was like the hiss when Harry ordered it to be opened just now, but everyone could understand what it said.

"I can see your ambition, and I can see your fear."

At the same time, those eyes had locked onto Regulus.

"The last blood heir of the ancient pure-blood family, Regulus Black. You are afraid that your family will die, and you are afraid that you will not be able to fulfill the great trust of your ancestors... Give your soul to me, and I can help you achieve your dreams. Everything..." The voice began to confuse Regulus, as if he knew that he was the key figure.

"Kill him quickly!" Sirius shouted anxiously, "Don't listen to his nonsense!"

Regulus nodded, but instead of picking up the wand, he raised his empty left hand.

The locket suddenly trembled crazily in the wooden box, as if it wanted to escape from this place, but was imprisoned in place by the magic cast on the wooden box, and an unsettling clicking sound sounded throughout the bookshelf.

The eyes hidden in the glass mirror changed from black and translucent to a heart-stopping scarlet.

Immediately afterwards, a puff of smoke emerged from each eye, twisting and tangled in the air, and finally formed two human shapes.

"Merlin..." Slughorn screamed and accidentally hit the shelf when he stepped back. He almost fell down. Dumbledore conjured an armchair out of the air and caught his fat body.

Harry covered his head, because a sharp pain was coming from the scar on his forehead, as if it was going to split his skull in half along the lightning-like mark.

The unprecedented pain was so unbearable that Harry groaned.

Sirius' nervous eyes kept wandering over the Horcruxes, Regulus and Harry. He stretched out his hand and put it on Harry's shoulder.

An imperceptible light green, full of life light flickered in his hand and sank into Harry's body.

Harry felt a refreshing coolness, and his headache seemed to be relieved a little.

By now the smoke had taken shape and Harry didn't recognize them, but the other four people in the room did.

It was Walburga and Orion Black in their youth.Like two trees with the same root, they stood in the locket, looking down at Regulus, swaying slightly from side to side.

Regulus stared at the parents transformed by the Horcrux.

The Horcrux Volburga is more beautiful but harsher than the real Walburga; while the Horcrux Orion is more handsome and colder than the real Walburga.

Their eyes were not the gray of the Black family, but the same scarlet as the eyes in the glass.

"You betrayed your career and beliefs and brought the entire family to destruction."

"Your abilities are not enough to inherit the glory of the Black family. It is better to dedicate your soul to the Dark Lord."

"They're not real! Do it quickly!" Sirius was still shouting, looking like he wanted to rush up and smash the locket.

Regulus suddenly smiled: "This is not the place to talk. Do you want to talk?"

The Horcrux Volburga and the Horcrux Orion agreed in unison, then turned into thick fog and flew straight into Regulus's Heavenly Spirit Cap.

Sirius froze, Slughorn's handkerchief fell to the ground, and Harry looked confused.

The pair of scarlet eyes in the lens of the locket disappeared, and the disturbing buzzing sound that had been echoing in the room stopped at some point.

Regulus's eyes lost their brightness, and his whole body fell down on his back like a stiff piece of wood, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Rael!" Sirius yelled, letting go of Harry, and was about to rush over in one stride.

The next moment, he felt that he lost control of his body and was pulled back to Harry by an invisible force.

He looked at Dumbledore quizzically.

"This is just the beginning, don't disturb him." The old principal said sternly.

"At least you have to think of some way to help him! That's Voldemort!" Sirius rubbed his hands with nowhere to rest anxiously, one foot shaking rapidly, "What if it fails..."

Sirius couldn't say any more.

at the same time.

Regulus found himself in another place.It was as dark and cold as a basement.

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The place where Voldemort hid his Horcrux is on the island in the center of the Black Lake in a cave by the sea.

The only difference is that the place where the stone basin was originally turned into a table, and a person was already sitting at the table.

He was a thin, handsome young man with black hair, black eyes, a high bridge of nose, and pale cheeks that were as sharp as a knife, and his whole person exuded a misty shimmer.

"We finally meet. It's great for you to be able to get this locket, Regulus Black." The black-haired young man smiled and spoke, "You are younger than I thought."

"Same for you." Regulus sat on another chair generously, facing the black-haired young man, "I have imagined more than once what the Dark Lord looked like when he was young... I have to admit that my imagination The strength is still too lacking.”

There was a hint of scarlet in the young man's eyes.

"Dark Lord? Is that what you call me?" The black-haired young man tapped his slender fingers on the table and said thoughtfully, "Then, no one dares to call Voldemort directly, right?"

"As you wish, indeed," Regulus replied.

Regulus saw that the young man was wearing a simple ring with a large black gemstone on it.

In his mind, Voldemort had never worn this ring.

"I can feel that you still have a little respect for 'me'." There was more smile on the young man's face, "I am very curious, why do my loyal followers think of betrayal?"

"Because I feel that under 'your' leadership, pure-blood wizards will inevitably perish. This is not the result I want." Regulus replied in a neither humble nor condescending manner.

The young man suddenly laughed, and Regulus looked at him quietly.

"A person's thoughts are different from those when he was 50 years old. Maybe I in the future will have deviated from my original intention." The young man stopped smiling and said to Regulus seriously, "But we can correct his mistakes. Isn't it? We are together."

"us?"

"Yes, let's act together..." The young man lowered his tone and encouraged, "If you find it inconvenient for others to share a body with you, you can also find a body for me. It's not difficult to do. Pureblood Wizards should stand on the head of half-bloods, mudbloods and Muggles and rule them. It is time for your Black family to restore its former glory. When we succeed, the Black family will be the existence that the entire wizarding world must look up to. This is your dream, right?”

"How should I trust you?" Regulus said with some fear, "I know that the Dark Lord is never kind to traitors."

"That's what I will do in the future." The young man comforted, "As for now, I am just Riddle, not Voldemort."

"Is this your real name?" Regulus asked in surprise.

"Only my friends can know." Riddle said with a smile, "Now let us join hands to create a new era of pure-blood wizards."

Riddle stood up and held out his hand to Regulus.

But Regulus didn't take his hand.

Riddle closed his eyes, nodded, and sighed with regret: "You still don't believe me? Even if I tell you so much?"

"After a person has been severely deceived, he should have a long memory." Regulus also stopped his fake smile, "What's more, the other party is the same person."

"You are violating your sincerity, and it is not worth it. I can see what you fear and desire. Every thought you have cannot escape my eyes. There is no need to try to struggle." The red light in Riddle's eyes His voice became brighter and brighter, and his tone became colder and colder. He pointed at Regulus' head and said softly, "It was the biggest mistake for you to let me come here. If I want to kill you here, even if Dumbledore There is nothing Lido can do.”

"Really? You can try again." Regulus said calmly, "This is my territory."

Time and space changed, and the dark and cold cave suddenly disappeared, replaced by the warm, bright, and magnificent living room of the Black family.

Riddle seemed not surprised by this. He hissed to Regulus: "Are you threatening me? Do you dare to threaten Lord Voldemort? Humble bug..."

The shape was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

But in the next second, his controlling smile disappeared, replaced by an expression of anger and confusion, and even a flash of fear.

"You can't see my thoughts, can you?" Regulus stood up, looked at Riddle and said coldly.

Riddle's expression became ferocious, and his handsome face was twisted.

Through those scarlet snake eyes, Regulus saw what Voldemort would look like many years later.

Riddle suddenly raised his right hand, which suddenly stretched out like smoke, crossed the table and pinched Regulus's neck. A stream of silver-white light flowed from Regulus' neck to Riddle's palm, and then followed it. The arms flow toward the body.

Soon, the foggy shimmer on Riddle's body gradually disappeared, and the whole person became more solid.

"In this case, there is no use keeping you." Riddle said viciously, "If you cooperate well, I can let you live for a few more days. After all, there is that nosy Dumbledore out there who deceived him. It’s not that easy...but there’s always a way, right?”

Looking at Regulus who was struggling in vain and speechless, Riddle grinned crazily and absorbed the opponent's soul power wantonly.

He knew that if he could obliterate Regulus's consciousness, he could borrow his body to resurrect him. Although his power would definitely not be restored to his heyday, there was no way he could cultivate his magic power again with the knowledge he possessed. How difficult it is.

As long as he can escape from Dumbledore's nose, everything else will be easy to handle.

As for finding the ontology?There's no rush, it's enough to have one Voldemort in the world.

Riddle had already begun to plan his next plan, but suddenly he found Regulus laughing too.

There was a sense of success in the plot in that smile, and it didn't look like life and death were in the hands of others at all.

"Why are you laughing?" Riddle felt a panic for no reason.

"I'm laughing, the Dark Lord is actually a brainless fool." Regulus closed his eyes and sighed.

"You dare to insult me?" Riddle screamed angrily, "I am Lord Voldemort! Are you worthy of judging me?"

"You can no longer see my thoughts, but you still dare to absorb what I am preparing to give you." Regulus said coldly.

Riddle immediately understood what Regulus was talking about, but it was too late.

The absorbed energy has already spread throughout his body, or "whole soul".

"Goodbye, young Dark Lord."

As Regulus finished speaking, Riddle let out an inhuman scream.

Green flames emerged from Riddle's facial features, limbs and bones at the same time, swallowing everything in the blink of an eye.