demon hunter at hogwarts

After much consideration, Regulus reluctantly decided to use the only remaining bottle of the enhanced Dreamless Sleep Potion he had obtained from Snape on Rita Skeeter.

Enough for her to sleep for three days and three nights.

After all, this famous reporter is not a peaceful person. Dumbledore is not in school at the moment. If she is allowed to run around in Hogwarts Castle, she might cause some trouble.

And if what Rita said was true, kicking her out of school right now might cost her her life.

I had no choice but to resort to expedient measures.

Regulus hid Rita in the Room of Requirement and handed over her wand.

Just in case, he also called a house elf from the kitchen and ordered him to "take care" of Rita Skeeter and report to him immediately if anything happened.

The whole weekend passed uneventfully, but Dumbledore still did not return to school.

In sixth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Regulus deliberately filled the classroom with photos of wizards or Muggles killed by snow monsters, as well as many pictures of suspected traces of snow monsters.

These horrific pictures made the students, who had just finished their vacation and had not yet resumed their studies, feel numb when looking at them.

"Today we are going to learn how to deal with Himalayan snow monsters... Professor Snape once reminded me that he thinks the content of this class is a bit too much for you, but since most of you have read Ji... "A Year with the Himalayan Snow Monster" written by Dro Lockhart..." At this point, Regulus looked around the entire classroom, and many students raised their heads excitedly, indicating that they were reading passed this book.

"...I think it is necessary to correct a large number of erroneous descriptions in the book, lest any of you actually encounter a snow monster and lose your life due to the nonsense contained there."

Some students seemed unconvinced. Although Gilderoy Lockhart is now lying in St. Mungo's with no memory, this does not prevent many people from still treating his works as authoritative information.

"...Yeti, this word is the language of the local Sherpa people. They call this creature 'Ye Di', which means 'Emperor of the Night', which means that Yeti only appears at night. Therefore, what Gilderoy Lockhart said in the book about him eating roasted snow leopard meat with the Yeti is completely inconsistent with common sense, because the Wendigo's biggest fear is fire, and its second fear is fire. Sunlight……"

At this point, the students finally decided to trust their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor instead of a best-selling author, and picked up their quills to record it.

After class, Professor McGonagall hurried to the classroom, found Regulus, and brought a message.

"The principal is back. He has something to talk to you about."

When Regulus appeared in Dumbledore's office with the unconscious Rita Skeeter, the old headmaster looked a little surprised and asked, "What's going on?"

"It's a long story, where do we start?"

Dumbledore made a decision quickly. He took out the pensieve, took out a brand new bottle of shining memory from his robe pocket, poured it in, and then waved to Regulus to come over.

"Let's take a look at my recent harvest first. This is Ogden's memory..."

Regulus felt that the name was somewhat familiar and couldn't help but ask: "Tiberus Ogden? Is he related to... the Dark Lord?"

"Do you know Tiberus?" Dumbledore asked.

"I met him at a party. I don't remember much. I just remember that he is a member of the Wizengamot." Regulus answered truthfully.

"In fact, this memory belongs to his relative, Bob Ogden. Bob was the captain of the Magical Legal Investigation Team at that time..." Dumbledore said with a smile, "The last conversation we had gave me inspiration. Poor Bob was not in good health, and I was very lucky to find him in time and get this memory."

"I really admire you for being able to think of these seemingly unrelated people so quickly." Regulus said sincerely.

"As you live longer, you will always know more people... This is not something worth bragging about." Dumbledore said, "Let's take a look, Regulus, but you have to be mentally prepared... …Because this memory is likely to overturn many of your inherent impressions.”

"After learning that the Dark Lord was once one of Borgin's most capable employees, I don't think anything can surprise me anymore," Regulus muttered, approaching the pensieve.

"I think it's better not to jump to conclusions..." Dumbledore said meaningfully.

The two fell into memory and landed on a country road. Above them was a clear blue summer sky that was difficult to see in London. The strong sunlight forced Regulus to squint his eyes slightly.

On both sides of the path were bushes with tangled branches and leaves, and in front of them was a short and fat man.

"This must be Bob Ogden." Regulus looked at his clothes and quickly determined his identity. He shook his head and sighed, "Although Phineas looks down on Muggles, he needs You would never dress up in such a nondescript manner.”

Ogden wore a dress coat with a striped swimsuit underneath, and shoe covers on his feet. No Muggle would dress himself like this.

"I agree with your point of view. Sometimes a little knowledge is more terrifying than complete ignorance." Dumbledore said.

At this time, Ogden opened his mole-like eyes, looking through the thick glasses, reading a road sign sticking out of the thorns.

It read: Little Hangleton, 1 mile.

Ogden identified the direction and walked quickly.

"Are we going to walk a mile with him on this road?" Regulus joked, following Ogden. "Is there a way to skip this distance?"

"Every memory fragment we look at is valuable." Dumbledore finished speaking and took a bigger step.

Ahead, Ogden in memory began to jog on the steep downhill road.

In the distance is a valley, and the village inside should be Little Hangleton. On the hillside opposite the valley, there is a very grand mansion built. No house in the entire village looks half as luxurious as it.

Ogden did not go to the valley, but turned at a gap in a hedge and turned onto a bumpy, rocky country road.

The trees are getting denser and denser, and the dazzling sunlight just now can only cast some dark and depressing shadows.

Ogden's steps slowed.

Regulus had already discovered the reason why he did this: at the end of the road, there was a dilapidated house half hidden among the dark trees.

The walls of the house are covered with moss and dirt, and some vines are growing wantonly. The tiles on the roof have fallen off in pieces, and around the house are lush nettles growing in disorder, all the way to the level. That small, broken window.

And on the broken wooden door, there was a dead snake nailed, swinging slowly in the wind.

"I originally thought that nailing a house elf's head to the wall was in bad enough taste, but I didn't expect that this family's aesthetics was even more unique." Regulus said sarcastically after seeing the scene in front of him.

Ogden obviously felt the same way. He walked forward quietly as if facing an enemy, staring at the door. Unexpectedly, a man suddenly jumped down from the tree and landed right in front of him.

Valley</span>The man stared in the opposite direction, opened his mouth with several missing teeth, and spoke to Ogden viciously.

"You are not welcome."

Upon hearing these words, Regulus's face immediately darkened.

Because this guy looked like he hadn't taken a shower in more than ten years, and he spoke in Parseltongue.

"It seems that you can understand what he said." Dumbledore looked at Regulus's expression and said with satisfaction, "Unfortunately, Bob does not have this ability... Let's continue to see."

Bob Ogden was attacked mercilessly by Morfin, hit in the nose and leaking a disgusting, unknown liquid.

"Eh..." Regulus narrowed his eyes, disgust and contempt mixed on his face, "How rude."

Then, another older man ran out of the house. This man also looked very strange. He was very short but had extremely long arms. He looked like a fierce old monkey.

From Ogden's conversation with the old man, Regulus extracted a message.

These two guys, who looked no different from crazy tramps, turned out to be descendants of the ancient pure-blood wizard family, the Gaunt family.

According to "Born Noble: The Wizarding Genealogy", there was little news about the Gaunt family in the [-]th century.

"When did this happen?" Regulus couldn't help but turn to Dumbledore and asked doubtfully.

"Around 1920," Dumbledore replied.

"I didn't expect descendants of the Gaunt family to live in a place like this..." Regulus looked at the dilapidated house. It was the most filthy and dilapidated residence he had ever seen, even the Shrieking Shack and the Pig's Head Bar. They all look much better than here.

Anyway, if it were him, he would definitely not be able to live in such a dirty and messy place for a day.

At this time, the cruel Morfin Gaunt had returned to the house, and the older Marvolo Gaunt was mercilessly mocking Ogden's appearance, and Ogden asked to come into the house to discuss in detail.

"Do we have to go in here?" Regulus muttered in disgust, and together with Dumbledore, followed Ogden into the house.

There are three rooms in the house. The large room in the middle is used as the living room and kitchen. There is a door on each side leading to other rooms.

There was a girl in the corner, busy next to a steaming stew pot.

Regulus recognized what was hanging on the girl's chest at a glance.

"Slytherin's locket." He said softly, "I remember Hepzibah said that Borgin bought the locket from a woman. Could it be her..."

"I'm glad you followed my train of thought," Dumbledore replied with a smile.

The memory is still going on, and it doesn't look comfortable. There is a kind of arrogance in Marvolo and Morfin. They seem to think that they are born noble, and it is only natural to attack those inferior Muggles. , and even ignored the summons from the Ministry of Magic.

"...Have you seen this? Do you know what this is? Do you know where this comes from?" Marvolo raised his middle finger in front of Ogden, showing off the ring set with a huge black stone, and said angrily Roaring, "It has been in our family for centuries. Our family has always been pure blood for so long! Do you know how much money anyone has paid to buy it? It has the coat of arms of Peverell on it. !”

"I've seen this thing before." Regulus suddenly pointed at Marvolo's ring and said.

"Ok?"

"The Riddle in the locket was wearing this ring when he was talking to me." Regulus said. "I didn't expect that the Gaunt family is actually a descendant of Peverell... The background is really not small. If they My ancestors saw this situation..."

At the same time, Marvolo revealed the fact that he was still the last descendant of Slytherin.

Regulus was not surprised by this, both the Parseltongue and the locket could explain this problem.

Unfortunately, Ogden said that these noble bloodlines could not justify Morfin's use of curses to attack Muggles. This angered Marvolo and Morfin, and the conversation reached a deadlock.

At this moment, there was a sound of horse hooves outside the house.

"Oh my God, what a disgraceful thing!" Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, a clear female voice sounded, "Tom, can't your father tear down that little shabby shed?"

The name Tom is so ordinary that, generally speaking, no one would be surprised by such a name.

But Regulus was not among them, because he had just learned not long ago that a man named Tom had done something extraordinary.

"That's not from our family..." A young man's voice rang out, "Things on the other side of the valley belong to our family, and this place belongs to an old homeless man named Gunter and his children..."

Marvolo's daughter - Regulus now knew her name was Merope Gaunt - turned pale when she heard the voice, while Morfin kept humiliating Merope with a cruel smile. general.

From Morfin's words, Regulus concluded that Merope was very obsessed with this Muggle named Tom.

Unfortunately, Marvolo also came to the same conclusion, so he quickly made the decision to strangle his daughter to death immediately and clean up the family to prevent her from doing things that would tarnish the noble Peverell and St. The behavior of Lytlin blood.

Regulus was helpless.

Fortunately, Ogden responded in time, subdued Marvolo with a spell, and escaped under Morfin's crazy attack. He ran onto the road and hit a shiny bay horse.

The rider on the horse was a very handsome young man with black hair. He and the beautiful girl beside him were made to laugh when they saw Ogden's embarrassed appearance.

Regulus, who followed Ogden out, was stunned when he saw the young man's appearance.

Regulus felt his stomach twitching as if a hundred bottles of fire whiskey were exploding in his stomach.

"This is old Tom Riddle." Dumbledore walked up to Regulus, held his elbow, and said softly, "You have met his son before."

Regulus was speechless and speechless. He could only let Dumbledore hold his arm and fly higher and higher in the darkness, far away from Ogden's memory.

A moment later, Regulus was lying on Dumbledore's desk, breathing heavily in disbelief.

Just as Dumbledore expected, one of his inherent impressions was severely overturned.

"The Dark Lord...is a half-blood?"