demon hunter at hogwarts

Late one night, Regulus hurried back to his office, but met Snape with a serious expression on the way.

"I came here 10 minutes ago. You were not in the office just now." Snape looked at Regulus with a scrutinizing gaze, and uttered doubtful sentences from his thin lips, "Where have you been so late?"

"I went to the library, and I couldn't find much knowledge about Himalayan snow monsters." Regulus raised the book in his hand and pretended to be relaxed, "We can't take away that guy Lockhart's book. Let’s take it as a reference?”

"I don't think it's necessary to explain to them about the Himalayan snow monsters..." Snape took the book from Regulus's hand with suspicion, "It would be great if one out of every two hundred graduates has the opportunity to go there. , and if they choose to be adventurers, they will learn how to deal with snow monsters themselves."

Snape flipped through two pages and returned the book. He was not interested in dealing with the snow monster.

"Oh? I remember someone emphasized that he didn't want others to point fingers at his courses." Regulus raised his eyebrows and countered.

"Just some well-intentioned advice. Obviously Professor Black doesn't have a good habit of accepting advice from others..." Snape curled his lips, "That's it... I originally thought that compared to the previous idiots, your Defense Against the Dark Arts course would be better." It’s still barely passing…”

After saying that, Snape quickly turned around and prepared to leave.

"You came to me twice, surely it wasn't for this kind of advice?" Regulus called out to Snape.

"The weather is getting cold. I wonder if you have felt...some untimely soreness in your hands and feet?" Snape did not look back, and his voice sounded muffled in the corridor.

"what?"

"It's nothing." Snape waved his left hand, "I'm worrying too much."

"Then let us say good night to each other."

"By the way, don't let me find you trying to help that Potter sneak into the castle again, and your idiot brother." Snape suddenly turned around, grinned and showed his reinstalled front teeth, and hissed dangerously , "You may have noticed that Principal Dumbledore has not been in school often recently, which means that no one... will prevent me from enforcing the rules fairly."

"Thank you for the reminder, Professor Snape." Regulus tried his best to put on a standard fake smile on his face.

Snape, dragging his robes with him, disappeared into the dark corridor.

After Snape left, the smile on Regulus's face disappeared immediately.

Because about 15 minutes ago, he did feel pain in his hands and feet.

The source of the pain was the Dark Mark on his left forearm, which was why he hurried back to the office from the library.

Judging from the current situation, this only indicates one situation: Voldemort has taken action.

After entering the office, Regulus immediately grabbed a handful of powder and threw it into the fireplace. After the burning flames turned from orange to emerald green, he stuck his head in and shouted: "Grimmauld Place No. 12 !”

When he opened his eyes again, the living room of Blake's old house was already in his sight.

Sirius sat on the floor, wearing a chocolate-colored nightgown, with "Cliona: The Last Druid" and the open notebook of Regulus in front of him.

He soon noticed something strange in the fireplace and jumped up from the ground like a hunting dog that sensed danger.

Then he walked to the fireplace, looked down at Regulus's face floating in the fireplace, and said, "Suddenly appearing so late at night must be up to no good."

"I'm half relieved to see that everything is normal at home." Regulus breathed a sigh of relief, "Can you sit down? It's too difficult for me to raise my head in my current position."

Sirius pulled up a chair and sat down, but there was no longer the usual smile on his face: "Rael, we have to talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Listen, I shouldn't doubt you." Sirius said seriously, "I didn't expect that you didn't spend the first decent Christmas at home in so many years."

"Is that why?" Regulus couldn't help coughing, "Of course you should doubt me. In fact, I'm very pleased, because it shows that you have at least changed a little bit and are not so reckless."

"But I always believe that doubting friends or relatives without reason is also a kind of betrayal." Sirius said.

"I think it would be better for you to "betray" others in this way than for others to betray you in a more cruel way. Regarding this, you should have more say than me." Regulus said angrily. Said, "You have to understand that we are dealing with the Dark Lord now, not some ordinary second-rate amateur dark wizard."

Sirius was amused and was about to say something when he heard Regulus say: "Since you are fine, I'm relieved, but don't let Harry leave home recently, it's not safe outside... Damn it, your knees are good It hurts, I’m leaving first.”

Before Sirius could say anything, Regulus cut off the communication and returned to his office.

"Lack of preparation, next time I have to get two soft cushions in advance." He said to himself while cleaning the ashes on his body.

Since Voldemort did not take action against Harry, what was the reason for this sudden reaction?When he destroyed the Horcrux, Regulus didn't feel anything unusual about the Dark Mark.

While he was thinking hard, there was a sudden explosion in the quiet office, which startled him.

Kreacher appeared in the office, holding a note in his hand and muttering: "Master Sirius ordered Kreacher to send a message to Master Regulus. Although Kreacher was not very willing to obey his order, For Master Regulus..."

"Okay, okay..." Regulus interrupted Kreacher's words and took the note.

The message was brief: "Meet you at the Hog's Head on Saturday at [-] a.m."

"Tell him I understand."

Kreacher bowed and disappeared with a snap.

At ten o'clock on Saturday morning, Regulus arrived at the Hog's Head pub on time. Sirius was already waiting in the room.

So the two of them walked up the creaky stairs to a room on the second floor under the vicious gaze of the bartender.

Regulus remembered that this room was where Dumbledore had last talked with that gangster named Mundungus.

"You came alone? Where's Harry?"

"Moon-face takes a day off and goes over to spend the day with him. It'll be okay... What would you like to drink?"

"I brought it myself." Regulus took out a bottle of cherry wine and a polished glass from his briefcase.

The suet beer last time still left him with lingering fears and made him feel uncomfortable for several days.

Valley</span> "Okay, I ordered that magma wine, which you can't drink anywhere else." Sirius said with a bit of regret in his tone, "I originally planned to enter the castle, but I can't guarantee that after seeing the Snot Man , can you still control your temper? In order not to embarrass Dumbledore, you should come here."

"Why not go to the Three Broomsticks?" Regulus waved his hand in disgust, and a bug crawling on the table was mercilessly thrown into the ice and snow outside.

"Hey, that boss lady, Rosmerta, right? Every time I go there, she has to diligently promote their new products." Sirius said helplessly, "I really don't want to deal with her, she must think I can be easily deceived by her. Spend money to buy that crappy wine..."

Regulus rolled his eyes.

At this moment, the bar owner pushed open the door and threw two glasses of unknown liquid that looked like hot lava on the table.

After seeing Regulus' cherry wine, the boss looked very angry, but he didn't say anything. He just closed the door with a heavier hand.

"Since you don't want to try, those two glasses will be mine..." Sirius picked up the wine glass and took a sip. "According to Phineas, you have been frequenting Dumbledore's office recently because you are doing research. What major issue..."

Before he finished speaking, he burped involuntarily, and what came out of his mouth was not the smell of alcohol, but a ball of fire.

"Is there dragon's blood added to this thing? No wonder a cup costs fifteen galleons. Do you really not want to try it?" Sirius shook the wine glass.

Regulus shook his head, rejecting the tempting offer, and then took out a picture from his briefcase.

Sirius took the picture and looked carefully at the exquisite cup with the badger crest on it.

"If you happen to have seen this thing, you will do me a big favor." Regulus took a sip of cherry wine and said softly.

"Badger...is this something from Hufflepuff, another 'locket'?" Sirius handed the picture back to Regulus and said sarcastically, "I am not a favored Death Eater. Not lucky enough to see this thing. Or you can ask Malfoy and the elves at Lestrange's house? Maybe they have the same experience as Kreacher?"

"The Lestrange family is completely finished. Bella and Rodolphus have been married for a long time, and they haven't given birth to a boy or a girl, let alone a house elf." Regulus shook his head and said, "We know Yes, the only three people who still inherit this surname are squatting in Azkaban, so there is no need to ask anything out of their mouths."

"Isn't this normal? Every fifth man..." Sirius speculated with a smirk on his face.

"Shut up." Regulus choked back Sirius' words fiercely.

"In short, there is nothing to investigate about the Lestrange family, unless they also have some secret treasure cave or something..." Regulus rejected this idea, "...and are willing to tell us."

"You can ask Bella, after all, you had such a good relationship back then..." Sirius encouraged.

"Bella and I are different. What I agreed with at the time was the Dark Lord's philosophy, but she... never cared about those things. All she cared about was the Dark Lord himself. Any existence that was detrimental to the Dark Lord belonged to her. Enemy." Regulus explained seriously, "Letting her betray the Dark Lord is like asking you to betray your James... The example may not be right, but you understand what I mean."

"I didn't ask you to ask directly. Can't you use some technique?" Sirius said depressedly.

"If she really knows about that thing, even if we let out a little bit of information, it will cause alarm." Regulus concluded.

"Well, even if you are right, what about Lucius Malfoy? Don't tell me how loyal Lucius is." Sirius shrugged.

"You have seen Professor Slughorn's performance. Just a small memory has frightened him for so many years." Regulus said, "Not to mention Lucius? He will only choose to let him live. A safer and more comfortable way.”

"What memory?" Sirius immediately leaned forward and asked curiously.

"It's not important. I'll try my best. There's only one way to go now." Regulus raised his glass to signal that the conversation was over.

The two of them heard a noise no sooner than 20 meters away from the bar.

The broken wooden door was opened again, and the bar owner was seen carrying Mundungus Fletcher, who was wearing women's clothing, and throwing him out of the bar.

Mundungus' shoddy wig fell to the ground, revealing his half-bald head, and was pointed at by passers-by.

However, with Mundungus' thick skin, he didn't care about these things at all. He picked up the wig, stuffed it into his tattered women's satchel, and disapparated in full view of everyone.

"Do you think the owner of the Pig Head Bar looks familiar?" Regulus asked doubtfully.

"Drunks and tramps all look like this." Sirius replied nonchalantly.

The two walked along the snow-covered path and chatted.

"Professor Black! Good morning!" Several young girls coming towards him greeted Regulus proactively.

"We are students at Hogwarts. It's a pity that we didn't get enough grades to take your class." Seeing that Regulus was confused, one of the girls explained with a little regret.

"Oh, have a nice weekend," Regulus replied simply.

"Do you think there is really a ghost in the Screaming Shack..." One of the girls and her companions muttered as they passed by.

"Really, there are four ghosts, I have seen them." Sirius suddenly raised his hood, turned around and replied seriously.

The girl turned around in surprise, and her eyes widened when she saw Sirius.

"...And I can feel that one of them, right here, is taking his brothers, ready to rip out the throats of those ignorant people at any time...Don't you run away!"

At the beginning, Sirius's hazy tone was similar to that of Professor Trelawney, but when he said the last sentence, he suddenly raised his pitch an octave.

The effect was remarkable, the girls turned pale with fright, ran away screaming, and Sirius laughed.

"Are those two glasses of wine so powerful?" Regulus frowned.

"You don't know where that shed came from, do you?" Sirius suddenly said mysteriously.

"I don't know, I remember there was one when I was in school. Is there really a ghost in it?"

"There are no ghosts. As for people, there were a few." Sirius' tone was full of nostalgia.

"Wait... this house wasn't prepared for your friend... Lupin, right?" Regulus tried hard to search for memory fragments in his mind, "I remember... you told me, this There is a secret passage to Hogwarts under the shed."

"Did I say that? I can't remember..." Sirius pulled Regulus towards the direction of the Shrieking Shack and said, "That room was indeed used for his transformation, but later It has become our secret base, I will take you to see it..."