demon hunter at hogwarts

Harry's eyes were dull and he lay on the ground panting, as if he had played an extremely intense Quidditch game.

Although most of the time, he just stood there facing the mirror and did not expend any physical energy, but wrestling with the mirror that never stopped trying to peek into his inner desires on a spiritual level was exhausting every minute. Something that can’t be slacked off on.

Harry did not want Regulus to think of him as a weakling.

"If it were your friend Ron standing here, he might only be able to see himself in the mirror as a prefect like Percy Weasley." Regulus waved his hand gently, and a piece of chocolate fell from his pocket. Floated out and flew slowly in front of Harry, "With different experiences, the things reflected in the mirror are also different. To a certain extent, the principle of this mirror is the same as that of a Boggart."

"Boggart?" Harry asked in confusion as he took the chocolate from the air hesitantly.

"You haven't learned yet, it's the third grade content... Eating chocolate will help you regain some energy." Regulus said, "That's it for today. If you continue to practice, your Excessive mental exertion may have the opposite effect.”

"I think I can try again." Harry said stubbornly, getting up from the ground on his hands and knees, but before he could stand firmly, his feet went weak and he almost fell down again.

A strong hand stretched out from the side and supported Harry.

"Thank you."

"You have to remember, this is not playing Quidditch. A forced practice under overloaded conditions has no meaning." Regulus said seriously, "What you need to do is not to practice stupidly, but to get used to it. With this feeling, try to empty your mind before going to bed every day. If you don’t have those messy dreams for a week, it means that our learning is initially effective.”

After speaking, he waved his wand, and the curtain flew up from the floor, covering the Mirror of Erised underneath again.

"But……"

Harry wanted to say something else, but Regulus grabbed his arm.

By the time he reacted, the two of them were already outside the Room of Requirement.

"In your current state, practicing twice a week is the upper limit. Any more will cause serious damage to your mental state." Regulus said in an unquestionable tone, "What you have to do now is go back to the dormitory and sleep. "

"Well... good night, Professor Black," Harry said reluctantly.

Ten minutes later, Harry dragged his heavy steps back to the dormitory, and then he was half angry and half amused to find that Ron was in almost the same situation as him: his eyes were dull, his mind was in a trance, and his steps were sloppy.

"are you OK?"

"That bastard Snape! He didn't know where he found out that I'm afraid of spiders..." Ron said with a sad face, "Then my task was to cut off those spider legs... for three whole hours, so big a bucket! I think I don’t know what the spider legs are for!”

As a result, the two of them spent their bedtime happily cursing Snape.

Meanwhile, the Room of Requirement.

At this time, the Room of Requirement has changed from the monotonous and empty room just now into an elegantly decorated lounge.

Dumbledore and Regulus sat opposite each other, with freshly brewed tea on the table between them.

"how is the progress?"

"If you're talking about Occlumency..." Regulus shook his head slowly.

"Predictable. But you know that's not what I asked." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Regulus took a deep breath, and Dumbledore's eyes flashed with anticipation.

"I'm not sure yet."

As soon as these words came out, the two of them stared at each other for a moment, then laughed bitterly at the same time.

"When you destroyed the locket, you didn't have so many worries." Dumbledore sighed, "And the soul in Harry was not sealed through the normal steps of making a Horcrux, and it didn't have that much power. protection measures, in theory, it can be easily killed using the same method.”

"Although that locket is a relic of Slytherin and is priceless, it is only a personal possession after all. It would not be a pity if it is broken." Regulus said, "Harry is different. If it is messed up, we will not A chance to start again... If the Dark Lord's unfinished obsession is completed by us... then we will become the makers of the biggest joke in the history of magic. I don't want to be remembered forever for this kind of thing yet."

"I appreciate your caution." Dumbledore said, "Tell me, what specific findings did you make?"

"I asked him about the details of his headaches over the past year and came to the conclusion that Harry can feel it when the Dark Lord has major emotional ups and downs." Regulus patted himself lightly. "In a sense, the principle of this thing is somewhat similar."

"What about the other way around? Do you think... is it possible for Voldemort to feel that part of himself is alive in Harry's body?" Dumbledore asked sharply.

"So far... there shouldn't be. I can feel that the movement of the soul fragment is chaotic, and it does not have independent self-awareness like the one in the locket." Regulus said after pondering for a moment, " Maybe the Dark Lord is not aware of his Horcrux. Otherwise, he should try to control Harry's body directly from the inside."

"I think I know the reason... His soul has been damaged beyond recognition and has become extremely unstable after experiencing many splits." Dumbledore said, "I can even guess that the state of his main soul is even worse than The first few Horcruxes made. Plus the incident with Harry happened ten years ago...so it’s normal not to feel it.”

"Don't you always like to think about problems from the worst possible outcome?" Regulus raised his eyebrows, "Why did you suddenly become an optimist today?"

"Actually, I have always been an optimist. I consider problems from the worst possible outcome...because this way I can often get a better answer." Dumbledore laughed, "I remember who I said something similar to."

"I also remember hearing similar theories. Well, I will continue to observe Harry's situation...or, do I directly teach him how to destroy his soul?"

Green flames ignited in the palm of Regulus's hand, but soon he clenched his fist and crushed the flames, denying his idea.

"This kind of power can easily make people lose their mind. I don't think a child who is burdened with hatred and pressure will have a good attitude to face this power." Regulus stared at his fist, as if Muttered to himself, "If used improperly, it can easily backfire on itself."

"It seems that I don't have to think of ways to stop you." Dumbledore nodded, "In the past two months, please put in more effort... We must ensure that Voldemort cannot feel the existence of his soul in Harry's body, because If we keep this connection between them...Voldemort will know about this sooner or later, and we don't have much time."

"Speaking of time... Principal, I want to borrow something from you." Regulus suddenly had an idea flash in his mind.

"It's not that easy... I need to write various letters to the Ministry of Magic to get approval. That thing can only be used by students with good academic performance when necessary..." Dumbledore quickly understood. Regulus means.

"It's not for students, it's for me." Regulus smiled.

"I'll try."

In the weeks before Christmas, Harry fully realized what it meant to live like a year.In addition to Regulus's Occlumency lessons, Wood also increased the number of Quidditch team training sessions to five times a week, which meant that the Gryffindor players would often spend time in the cold winter evenings. Flying in the fog for two hours.

The training was so rigorous that even Harry, who loved Quidditch, considered quitting the team at some point. The Weasley twins even had a quarrel with Wood over this.

Because Angelina was exhausted during a certain training and almost fell off her broom, Wood said at the time: "Either I'll hit the Quaffle, or I'll die on the court."

That day's training was quickly interrupted. Several people argued all the way from the pitch to the common room. If Percy Weasley, as the prefect, had not intervened in time, the quarrel might even have turned into a duel.

"That's not right... I remember that Percy was walking out just now to go to Potions class. Why did he come back so soon?" Ron had just finished comforting the aggrieved Fred, and stared at a serious man standing in the middle of the common room. Percy, who read the student regulations aloud, had confusion on his face.

"Maybe you're wrong, there are quite a lot of red-haired people." Harry said listlessly.

"He has chosen twelve courses, and he still has time to preach here." Ron said angrily, "Mom always asks us to learn from him. If he doesn't get all the certificates this time, I'd like to see him Let’s see what mom’s face will be.”

"It would be nice if I had that much time," said Harry. "That way I could have a few more hours to sleep..."

"Harry Potter!" a loud voice suddenly shouted in the common room, interrupting Percy's ramblings in the distance.

"Don't make loud noises in the common room! This is written in your student rules. Hasn't anyone read it carefully?" Percy immediately walked to the source of the shouting and slipped into the common room through the door. Cormac McLagan stopped.

"I'm delivering a message for the professor, Weasley." McLaggen didn't take Percy as a prefect seriously at all, walked away from him arrogantly, came to Harry, and said impatiently, "Professor Black wants you to come to his office."

Harry and Ron exchanged glances.

"It seems that he knows that your training has been cancelled." Ron said in a sympathetic tone, "If you still have energy when you come back, we can play a game of wizard chess."

"I hope so." Harry said helplessly, and then climbed out of the door wearing the Quidditch uniform he had not yet had time to change out of.

When Harry arrived, he happened to meet Cedric Diggory walking out of the office.

"Harry!" Cedric immediately greeted warmly, "Professor Black is waiting for you... What's the matter, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's nothing... I just finished Quidditch practice, I'm a little tired..." Harry managed to deal with Cedric.

"Your captain is Oliver Wood. He is indeed a man who loves Quidditch." Cedric said, "Maybe when you become captain, you will be able to understand his mood... I hope our game will be held next week. It can be very exciting, okay, I won’t waste your time anymore, goodbye!”

After bidding farewell to Cedric, Harry walked heavily into the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

"I can see that you need some time to rest." Regulus couldn't help but smile when he saw Harry's look.

"If I can master this damn thing quickly..." Harry blurted out subconsciously, but soon realized that the person in front of him was not Ron or Sirius, so he hurriedly changed his words: "This Occlumency technique , it should be time."

"Time...yes, I called you here today just to buy you some time to rest." Regulus said mysteriously.

Harry was confused after hearing this. Originally, today's training was canceled and it should be a rare opportunity to rest.Regulus now took up this time, but said he was letting him rest.

I saw Regulus take out a very long, very thin gold chain from his pocket, with a small gold timepiece hanging underneath, shining brightly. He put the gold chain around his neck.

"Stand here and don't move..." Regulus waved his wand and locked the office door, then walked up to Harry and wrapped the gold chain around his neck.

"Sir, what is this?" Harry was completely confused.

"Don't ask yet." Regulus said seriously, and then turned the timer back and forth three times.

Harry felt like he was flying backwards at an unprecedented speed. Various blurry shapes passed before his eyes, like strange clouds, and his ears were filled with thumping noises, like Dudley often sleeping in his bed. The sound of jumping on the stairwell.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry finally felt his feet stand on solid ground again.

"How is this going?"

Harry looked out the window. Although thick dark clouds blocked the sunlight, the brightness clearly told him that it was afternoon, not night.

"It's about five o'clock in the afternoon now..." Regulus took the gold chain off Harry's neck, "Now, you can have three hours to rest."

Harry pinched his thigh and grimaced in pain.

This is indeed what happened, it was not a dream.

"I mark every inch of time, but never surpass the sun. My value to you is measured by your purpose." Regulus' voice was very soft.

Harry soon realized that he was reciting the inscription engraved on the timepiece.

"This thing is called a time turner." Regulus said, "As you just heard, its value is your purpose."