demon hunter at hogwarts

Dumbledore and Slughorn left NO.12 Grimmauld Place first.

After Regulus took a nap for a while, he also decided to go out for a walk.

"Master Regulus, aren't you going to rest? Please wait a moment, Kreacher will get you a newly ironed cloak..." Seeing this, Kreacher hurriedly went to make arrangements.

At this time, Sirius came down from upstairs and happened to see Regulus putting the locket into the glass display case.

"You just put this thing here?" Sirius joked, "Aren't you afraid that we can put some weird things in it? Don't forget that Harry can open it too."

"Anyway, it is no longer a Horcrux. As long as you don't brag about it in a big way, there will be no problem." Regulus smiled, "I think you are good at this. You are not as pompous as Lucius... ...By the way, where is Harry?"

"Sleeping. I don't know how seriously he was affected by the Horcrux. Anyway, judging from his appearance, it should be quite painful. He is a strong child." Sirius leaned against the door frame and rolled his eyes at someone who was facing him. He pointed at the ancestor of the Black family, "What about you? How do you feel about facing Voldemort head-on?"

"It's too much. It's just a fraction of the soul fragment." Regulus packed his briefcase and said in a hateful tone, "I can only say, the Dark Lord, and There’s not much difference between you and me.”

Sirius smiled.

At this time, Kreacher handed over Regulus' cloak.

"Why don't you stay at home? It's snowing so hard outside." Sirius stood up straight, walked to Regulus, and asked in a low voice.

"You're not as relaxed as you look, are you." Regulus said bluntly, "You are worried about Harry's condition, and also worried about...me. After all, it's just a Patronus Charm. It doesn't prove that I'm not... Del. Rather than letting you spend a Christmas on tenterhooks, why don't I give myself a hard time."

"You used Legilimency on me again?" Sirius ignored Regulus's cold joke.

"No, because most of the time, hearing other people's true feelings doesn't make you happy." Regulus closed his eyes and slowly shook his head, "You should understand this feeling."

After Sirius was silent for a moment, he took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet, poured two glasses, and handed one to Regulus.

"Yes, I understand."

The two raised their glasses, clinked them together, and drank the wine in one gulp.

"You killed -" Sirius pointed at the locket and said, "-that piece of soul and did not damage the locket. Does that mean that you can eliminate the piece of Voldemort in Harry's body? Don't hurt Harry..."

"I can understand your worry about your godson, but you don't seem to have noticed that the reason I didn't damage the locket is... Riddle got out of it and took the initiative to come to me again." Regulus said helplessly. Explaining, "Unless you can find a way to get it out of Harry's body, there's nothing I can do about it."

Sirius looked a little frustrated, but in the next second, his face turned cloudy and clear, as if he had thought of some good idea.

"You can let Harry learn your spells! Since you can kill Voldemort who got into your head, wouldn't the matter be solved if Harry mastered this power?" Sirius became more and more excited as he talked, and he kept saying it. Rubbing his hands on the ground, "The book you gave me is indeed magical. I really didn't know that magic could be used in this way before. I feel like I wasted seven years in Hogwarts. Today's wizards can't even recite a spell..."

"I thought you had seen that the things I used were not the same as yours." Regulus poured a bucket of cold water on the overly excited Sirius, "The power that can destroy the soul is not what he should be exposed to now. . He is too young and too weak."

After saying that, Regulus turned around and planned to leave, but he walked too quickly and staggered. He hurriedly reached out to hold on to the wall to maintain balance.

"Are you okay?" Sirius took two steps closer and asked worriedly. Only then did he realize that Regulus had a few white hairs on his temples.

Regulus waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.

After he took a few deep breaths, the strands of white hair miraculously turned back to black.

"You should go and rest too." Regulus said tiredly, then ignored Sirius, opened the door and walked into the falling snow, disappearing.

By the time Regulus arrived at Hogwarts, night had fallen.

For the teachers and students of Hogwarts, Christmas may be the most important holiday of the year.

Even though the vast majority of them have chosen to leave school and celebrate with their families.

But this does not mean that those who are still in school do not value this festival. For them, for different reasons, school is another home.

In other words, it is a place that is warmer than home and has a sense of belonging.

During dinner time, the four long academic tables in the school auditorium have been moved to the wall, and there is only one large round table in the center of the hall that can accommodate a dozen people to dine together.

Regulus walked into the hall and shook the snow off his body.

"I thought you would have a warm Christmas family party." A cold voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Regulus didn't even need to look back, as a huge aquiline nose and straight, greasy hair parted in the middle appeared in his mind.

He suddenly had a thought.

In his impression, Snape always looked like that, and he was suddenly curious about what this awkward Potions Professor was thinking in his heart.

So he turned around and said, "Merry Christmas, Professor Snape."

At the same time, he stared into Snape's dark eyes and silently activated the powerful Legilimency technique he learned from Riddle.

"Merry Christmas." Snape squeezed out these words from his thin lips, then turned and floated into the Great Hall, ignoring Regulus.

Regulus was very surprised, because Snape's mind was blank and he could not see anything.

"What a powerful Occlumency... Is he hiding his true thoughts anytime and anywhere?"

After shaking his head and getting rid of this thought, and deciding not to use Legilimency on anyone again, Regulus also walked to the dining table and sat in the empty seat next to Professor Flitwick.

Including him, there were already twelve people sitting at the table. In addition to him, Flitwick and Snape, there were also Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall in costumes, as well as Sprout who had changed into clean wizard robes. professor.

Filch, the porter, was there, wearing an old, ugly, out-of-date tuxedo.

As for the students, there are two Slytherins, namely Barnaby Lee and Yaxley, as well as two Ravenclaws and a Gryffindor, all second years.

"Merry Christmas everyone! We have a limited number of people, so we don't waste space on those long tables..." Dumbledore said enthusiastically, "Minerva, would you like to help me set off this firecracker?"

Professor McGonagall smiled and took the tail end of a silver firecracker and pulled hard.

The firecrackers exploded with a bang, and the ribbons exploded all over Dumbledore's head and face.

"There should be a small gift inside these firecrackers, usually a wizard's hat or something else. It's strange..." Dumbledore brushed off the ribbon and said with a smile, "If anyone picks it up, please bring it up and be satisfied. To arouse everyone’s curiosity.”

"Here." Regulus stretched out his finger, and there was a small and exquisite locket with shining silver on his fingertip.

"Aha! It's a nice gadget, just take it!" Dumbledore winked at Regulus with a smile.

Regulus put the locket into his pocket.

At this moment, the door to the hall opened again.

Sybill Trelawney, wearing a sequined dress, glided into the hall with strange steps.

"Sybil! Welcome to join us for dinner!" Dumbledore stood up happily.

"Fate guided me to abandon the delicious dinner I enjoyed alone and come to your party... Of course I couldn't disobey the instructions of fate, so I immediately left the warm attic and came here through the wind and snow... Please also invite me Forgive me for being unexpected and late..." Trelawney said in her vaguest and most distant voice, "Fate never lies to me..."

"Of course it is... we all know that, right?" Dumbledore murmured, waving his wand, pulling up a chair and landing it between Professor McGonagall and Snape.

Regulus had an illusion that Dumbledore's eyes had stayed on Snape for half a second just now.

Trelawney stood in front of the chair, but did not sit down immediately. Instead, she counted the number of people counterclockwise. Finally, she let out a short scream.

"No... no, principal! Even though fate guides me here, I can't do anything that is dangerous to you! Because if I sit down here, there will be thirteen people at this table!" Lilawni's voice was no longer as ethereal as it was at the beginning. Instead, she was nervous and frightened. "Thirteen is the most unlucky number. If thirteen people eat together, then the first person to stand up after the meal will be the unlucky number." Will die first!"

"You can stand up later then." Professor McGonagall's tone was full of impatience, "If you don't sit down to eat, I'm afraid the food on the table will be thrown out because of the cold, and everyone will be hungry."

Trelawney looked around, Dumbledore and Sprout both looked at him with encouraging eyes, Flitwick smiled and nodded, and several students tried to remain polite.

Filch stared at her with squinting eyes, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to speak due to his status.

Snape stared blankly at the plate in front of him.

"Sit down, among the people at this table, I am the youngest except for students, and I am willing to take this risk." Regulus said with a smile, "But remember to remind me at any time, lest anyone forget this. "

His joke relieved the atmosphere a little. Trelawney closed her eyes and sat on the chair with a heroic attitude, pursed her lips tightly.

The two junior students were frightened by Trelawney's actions, and a boy with light-colored hair even dropped his tableware on the ground.

"Relax! Unless there is an invisible executioner hovering above us, ready to chop down the first person who stands up, you are safe." Professor McGonagall's tone was very dissatisfied, and it was obvious that she did not believe it. As for the subject of divination, I don’t even believe in the so-called guidance of fate.

"There is no invisible executioner, children." Professor Sprout said kindly, "This is Hogwarts, the safest place in the world, with Principal Dumbledore and professors here."

The students' faces looked better now, and at least they could use knives and forks to cut sausages normally.

The dinner afterwards was basically normal. Except for the fact that Snape deducted five points from the Gryffindor student because he had cream stuck on his face because he was not eating well, there was no other incident.

"Professors, I have to leave first. I still have some unfinished homework." Barnaby Lee said suddenly, and then he was about to get up and leave, but found that he was locked in a chair.

Everyone at the table was surprised and stopped talking and eating.

"I said, I am willing to be the first one to stand up." Regulus said and stood up. "Since fate never lies, we professors cannot put students in danger."

Then, he lifted Li Zhong's spell.

"Thank you..." Li thanked Regulus out of politeness, but everyone could see that he didn't take Trelawney's words to heart.

At this time, Trelawney was looking at Regulus with a nostalgic look, which gave him goosebumps.

"It's a pleasure to have dinner with you all." Dumbledore suddenly said, "Regulus, I have a topic here that I need to discuss with you. Can you come to my office?"

10 minutes later, Dumbledore's office.

"Why did you do that at the dinner?" The old principal first asked an irrelevant question.

"I think it's obvious. If what she said is wrong, then I won't be affected in any way, and if what she said is right, I will indeed be the first person to die on the whole table." Lei Gu "It doesn't matter to me that much, but there's no need for others to take the risk," Les explained.

"After all, fate never lies, right?" Regulus added.

"Maybe so..." Dumbledore said thoughtfully.

"So, what's the topic?"

"Horace gave me a memory that he tried his best to hide and never had the courage to face." Dumbledore walked to the shelf with the pensieve and motioned Regulus over, "I think you should Take a look."

"I remember that he was only willing to leave his memory to you." Regulus did not move.

"I just feel that if I relay it, some details will be exaggerated or ignored intentionally or unintentionally. Since you are destined to know the content of this memory, it is more intuitive to see it with your own eyes." Dumbledore persuaded Lei Gulus.

Regulus stopped refusing and buried his face in the pensieve.

After a moment, Regulus stood up and sighed: "Perhaps 1000 years ago, when Haierpo invented the Horcrux, he could not have imagined that anyone would dare to ruin his soul like this."