demon hunter at hogwarts

With a loud bang, Regulus found himself leaving the snowy streets of Hogsmeade.

When he looked around again, he realized that he was in an extremely dark and messy room, and the sudden Apparition had stirred up a lot of dust.

This room looked like no one had lived in it for at least ten years, and Regulus remembered what it looked like when he first returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

The walls were mottled, the wallpaper was peeled off, the wooden floor was covered in stains, the furniture was scattered and disorganized, and most of it was broken, as if someone had hit it hard.

The windows have been sealed with thick wooden boards, and only a few glimmers of light can penetrate through the gaps.

"Fluorescence." Regulus waved his wand, and the room suddenly lit up.

The four-poster bed was quite luxurious, but unfortunately the bedding on the bed was torn, a chair with broken legs fell in front of the door, and a faded plaid covered with dust hung on the hanger in the corner. Lanffindor scarf, there are a few claw marks on the wall behind the scarf.

"How is it?" Sirius said as if offering a treasure.

"Charming..." Regulus's face suddenly darkened, and he waved his wand with his backhand, pointing at the gap in the window.

A bug lying there was immobilized by his spell.

Regulus conjured a glass bottle, put the bugs in, and sealed the bottle.

"There are actually bugs in this season," Sirius glanced at the ugly beetle and said in disgust, "Just kill it."

"The bug that is still alive in this season must be unusual. I have to take it back and study it." Regulus smiled, "Ignore it for now... I guess, going out from here is the way to Hogwart." The direction of Ci?”

Regulus pointed to the only door in the room.

"That's right, there is a very long tunnel after you get out." Sirius said, "Guess why no one has discovered the secret entrance for so many years?"

"Isn't there the Whomping Willow planted above the exit?" Regulus quickly found the answer.

"Ten points for correct answers." Sirius said cheerfully, "You know the character of that thing. No student can get close to it without getting his legs broken. Only the teachers know how to quiet the Whomping Willow. But we found it in the end.”

Regulus recalled the conversation he had with Dumbledore when he first discovered Lupin's identity.

"Is this an insurance measure? The school has really spent a lot of money. The Whomping Willow is not a tree that can be obtained casually. But compared to being bitten by a werewolf, it is slightly better to have your legs broken." He said with emotion.

"Someone almost got bitten once." Sirius suddenly said with half regret, "Snotlout, he slipped in."

"What do you mean?" Regulus turned his head suddenly.

"What's the reason for such a big reaction? It's just a joke. At that time, Snotlout always followed us, trying to figure out our movements, and then reported us to the teacher and had us expelled." Sirius' face was full of disgust and disgust Hatred, "...Then I told him that as long as he poked the knot on the Whomping Willow with a stick, he could follow Moon Face into the tree hole..."

"So that's what Snape tried?"

"Yes, he almost couldn't wait to get in."

"He's really lucky to be alive."

"That's because James heard what I said, rushed here, and pulled Snotlout out. But Snotlout still saw the deformation of Moon Face. Dumbledore suppressed the matter and did not allow him to tell Only with others can we continue to stay in school. I think, James..."

"You should be glad that James Potter did this." Regulus interrupted Sirius's complaint rudely, "Although I don't know him well, I think he did the right thing this time."

"Save Snotlout's life?" Sirius sniffed disdainfully.

"No, to save all of your lives." Regulus said coldly, "Imagine if no one pulls Snape out, then poor Remus Lupin will return to his human form the next day. , you will see Snape’s broken body scattered all over the floor..."

Upon hearing this, Sirius clicked his tongue.

Regulus did not stop talking and continued: "...And what do you think the Ministry of Magic will do to a werewolf who kills people? You may think that Lupine will be happy to bite Snape to death? What should you do? Face him?"

Sirius fell silent.

"You were 15 years old at that time, and you may not have realized this. You just thought it was no big deal to make Snape pay. But now that you are 30 years old, if you are still so slow about certain things..." Regulus, " I'm afraid that one day it's your turn to pay the price, and you will regret it."

There was an awkward silence in the house, with occasional whistling sounds coming from the window.

"You know what? I never imagined that one day I would be taught a lesson by... someone younger than me..." Sirius suddenly broke the silence, but his tone sounded very depressed, "...but there was no rebuttal. Thoughts. As you said, I really shouldn’t be proud of this matter..."

After finishing speaking, he threw himself on the shabby four-poster bed, staring straight at the broken chandelier on the ceiling with his two gray eyes.

"Are you okay?" Regulus asked tentatively.

"You go back to school first, I want to be alone." Sirius said expressionlessly.

There was a dark tunnel leading out from the Shrieking Shack. The tunnel was very short. Regulus had to bend down to move forward, and he had to be extremely careful to ensure that his head did not hit the occasional protruding rocks.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw an upward sloping slope, with a faint light shining through.

Climbing along the soil slope and almost reaching the entrance of the cave, the Whomping Willow suddenly started shaking wildly, apparently feeling that someone had invaded its territory, and then two large clumps of snow were swept in from the entrance of the cave.

Regulus was well prepared and waved his wand to turn the large pile of snow into small ice beads, and then accurately hit the knot that Sirius mentioned.

The Whomping Willow suddenly became quiet.

Returning to the ground again, Regulus squinted his eyes. The reflection of the sun and the snow combined was too dazzling.

There was a burst of cheers from the direction of the Quidditch pitch, and then he remembered that there was a Slytherin Quidditch match today, and the opponent was Ravenclaw.

"It's just Ravenclaw, no problem."

Regulus did not go to the stadium, but was going back to his office.

As soon as he entered the castle corridor, he saw Percy Weasley congratulating Penelope Crevat. The content was probably that Ravenclaw defeated Slytherin and avenged Gryffindor. .

Before Percy could say a few words, Penelope was pulled away by her impatient friend.

But Percy did not feel frustrated. Instead, he sat on a chair in the corridor and started reading the book "How to Become a Prefect" in his hand.

"It seems that I have used up all my luck in defeating Gryffindor last time." Regulus sighed secretly, hurried back to his office along the stairs, and locked the doors and windows with magic.

Then, he solemnly took out the glass bottle containing the beetle from his pocket.

The beetle struggled fearfully in the glass bottle, trying to escape from the cage that imprisoned it, but in the face of Regulus' magic, this effort was destined to be in vain.

"Let me see what you are."

The glass bottle disappeared out of thin air, and the beetle immediately spread its wings and tried to fly away, but was covered by a blue-white light emitted from the tip of Regulus' wand and was forced to hang in the air.

Then, it fell to the ground with a clatter, and after another blinding flash, the beetle changed and turned into a woman.

To a certain extent, she was also an acquaintance of Regulus.

Rita Skeeter lay on the ground in fear and anger, her carefully tended curls had turned into a pile of weeds, hanging randomly on her head, and one of the lenses of her jeweled glasses was broken. The tight robe was torn and torn, and the crocodile leather clutch containing the shorthand quill and notebook was gone.

"Oh my gosh...Miss Skeeter, you look terrible!" Regulus said in mock surprise.

Rita hurriedly got up from the ground and tried to escape through the door, but she couldn't open the lock.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave?" Regulus waved his wand and threw a chair in front of Rita, "I thought you must have something important to do with me."

"Have you discovered me a long time ago?" Rita asked nervously, no longer trying to open the door.

"I gave you a chance at the Pig's Head Bar, but you actually followed me to the Shrieking Shack." Regulus stared at her coldly and said, "Even someone as careless as my brother knows that this season Absolutely no beetles."

"Damn... I was too careless." Rita cursed herself in a low voice, then sat on the chair resignedly and said, "I want to see Dumbledore."

"The principal is not in school right now. Why do you want to see him? Is it that boring interview with the Daily Prophet again? I thought you would make an appointment in advance." Regulus said sarcastically.

"No...it's not..." Rita was obviously flustered when she heard that Dumbledore was not here. "Do you know when he will come back? I have important things to talk to him about..."

"He is on a business trip. As employees, we cannot interfere with the principal's every move." Regulus said, "What do you want to see him for? Tell me and I can write a letter for you."

After Regulus finished speaking, he took out a music box from his briefcase, twisted it, and the soothing music of tinkling tinkling sounded in the office.

"Can you guarantee my safety?" Rita suddenly stood up and walked to Regulus and asked in a low voice.

"What do you mean?"

"I hope you won't tell anyone else that I'm here," Rita pleaded seriously.

"From your tone, it sounds like you owed someone a huge debt and came to Hogwarts to seek asylum?" Regulus frowned slightly and asked doubtfully.

"Almost, someone wants to kill me." After Rita finished speaking, she slumped on the chair as if resigned to her fate.

"I thought you were used to it a long time ago? After you wrote so many... ahem, wonderful articles." Regulus smiled when he heard this, "'Dedicated reporters have to face adults every day. Tons of death threats, but they won’t shut up about telling the truth, isn’t that your creed?”

"It's true this time." Rita said helplessly. "Remember Barty Crouch? After he announced his resignation, I thought there was something fishy about this matter, so I planned to visit his home to see if I could ask some questions. Hidden secrets.”

"The visit you are talking about means turning into a beetle and crawling through the crack of his door." Regulus said sarcastically, "As far as I know, Barty Crouch is a meticulous guy. You certainly wouldn’t allow bugs in your home.”

"In order to get first-hand information, sometimes you have to break the rules." In response to Regulus's sarcasm, Rita said nonchalantly, "Unfortunately, it is exactly what you said - maybe I didn't consider the specific situation - —Anyway, as soon as I appeared on his window sill, I was immediately attacked.”

"What did you see?" Regulus asked with interest, "Is it something ulterior? What did he raise at home?"

"Barty Crouch is not the only one in the house. There is a fishy smell, like a reptile house. I don't know what he has raised." At this point, Rita's face showed strong fear again. , "He discovered the beetle I had transformed into and directly used the killing curse, but maybe because his aim was not very good, he missed it."

After hearing this, Regulus also realized that something was wrong.

"...The second man came out to catch me right away. Fortunately, I'm good at sneaking in and escaping..." Rita grabbed her chest with her right hand in fear, "He couldn't catch me right away, and he seemed very I was afraid that others would recognize me and didn't dare to get too close to a crowded place, so I was able to run away. I knew that the only way to be safe was to escape to Hogwarts, and I happened to meet you at the Hog's Head Bar."

"Last question, when did you go to Barty Crouch's house?"

Rita didn't notice that there was a faint red light flashing in Regulus's left eye. She thought for a while and replied: "It was about eleven o'clock on Thursday night...the lights in his house were always on. I think there was a reason. People who resign due to illness should take a rest early, so I just wanted to find out..."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Skeeter, I think it's time for you to rest now." After listening, Regulus put away the music box.

The soothing music stopped and the room suddenly became quiet.

Rita was startled, and a thought flashed through her mind: "Did I say too much?"

The next moment, overwhelming fatigue overwhelmed her like a tide. During the past few days of escaping, she had always been in a state of nervous tension, and she had indeed reached her limit.

She swayed, slipped from the chair, and fell to the ground unconscious.

Regulus looked sternly.

Eleven o'clock on Thursday night was when he and Snape felt the sting of the Dark Mark.

He pressed the wand against his temple, pulled out a silver-white thread of memory, and put it into a crystal bottle conjured out of thin air.

"I'm afraid I have to borrow the Pensieve. I don't know when Dumbledore will come back." He shook the memory bottle and said to himself, and then glanced at Rita Skeeter who was unconscious on the ground.

"As for you, Madam Reporter, what should I do with you?"