demon hunter at hogwarts

A beam of light lit up the end of Regulus' staff. He slowly walked down the steps step by step, placed the box containing the Horcrux in the basement, and cast a large number of protective spells.

He hoped that the "stimulation" or "enlightenment" he had just given to Sirius would have a certain effect and make him realize his shortcomings and mistakes.

Otherwise, with Sirius's temper, being locked up in the house for three to five days would be fine, but if he couldn't go out for three to five months, he would probably go crazy.

Especially when he already has the magic wand, if one day his blood gets the best of him and he insists on breaking out, it's really hard to stop him.

Regulus had never underestimated Sirius's fighting prowess.

Even the recognized master among Death Eaters, Antonin Dolohov, once admitted that he was not sure of defeating Sirius.

As for Bella, Regulus felt that her and Dolohov's abilities were basically the same.

On the other hand, those words were actually meant for himself.

Recalling that year, with his lonesome courage, he led Kreacher into the cave where Voldemort hid the Horcrux, stole the Horcrux but left clues, allowing Kreacher to take the Horcrux but not telling others.

First of all, if Voldemort hadn't suddenly fallen, if Voldemort really checked the cave on a whim one day, found that the Horcrux was missing, and saw his message.

The message was too straightforward, and it was just a matter of effort for Voldemort to find out who RAB was.

By then, no matter how ancient and noble the Black family is, and how influential they are among pure-blood wizards, they may not end well.

At least if there were two traitors in his branch, they would definitely be killed by Voldemort. Forgiveness was not one of his virtues.

If Voldemort needs the support of the "Black family", it is easy to find a substitute. For example, the Signus family, although there is no male heir, is married to the Lestrange family and the Malfoy family, and has little influence. Small.

Secondly, Kreacher did not find a way to destroy the Horcrux, but instead stored it in No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

He couldn't ask Kreacher to do more. Destroying Horcruxes, the most evil and high-end products of black magic, was not something a house elf could do.

Therefore, after Voldemort finds out who RAB is, he will definitely come to search this place, easily get back the Horcrux, and store it properly again.

Then, Kreacher's fate will be extremely miserable.

All in all, what he sacrificed his life and paid all the price to do was nothing but a useless effort. It was just the desperate struggle of a 19-year-old boy with a disillusioned dream. This was why he was unwilling to talk about it with Sirius.

Fortunately, things haven't gone too bad yet.

Regulus, who was in a complicated mood, returned to the restaurant and casually untied the spell from Sirius.

Sirius was still slumped on the sofa, maintaining the same posture as before, without saying a word.

It wasn't until Kreacher brought the fragrant stew, pies, and wonderfully steaming onion soup that Sirius licked his lips unconsciously.

Although Sirius didn't like Kreacher, he had to admit that even by the standards of a house elf, Kreacher's cooking skills were top-notch.

Regulus sat silently opposite him, put a napkin around it, and poured some wine into his goblet.

"How long has it been since we last ate at the same table?" Finally, it was Sirius who broke the silence first.

"It's been fifteen or sixteen years." Regulus took a spoonful of soup, looking nonchalant.

"Yeah, fifteen or sixteen years... time flies so fast..." Sirius murmured, then picked up the bowl and took a big sip of the soup, spilling a few drops on the table.

The soup was a little hot, and Sirius gasped exaggeratedly, just like his Animagus form.

"You really haven't changed, what if..." Regulus finally had a smile on his lips, and shook his head mid-sentence.

"You want to say that if Walburga was here, he would definitely scold me for lack of etiquette again, right?" Sirius blinked.

For a moment, the time in the restaurant seemed to go back to 20 years ago.

"Rael."

Regulus, who was working on the steak, shook his hand and almost dropped his fork.

"No one has used this title for a while." He whispered through his teeth.

"There's no need to react so strongly...you said you teach at Hogwarts? What subjects do you teach?" Sirius asked curiously, "It can't be potions, right? I remember you were good at potions before, that Old Slug likes you very much, and considering his age, it’s time for him to retire.”

"Wrong answer, Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Merlin...then you can only...only..." Sirius obviously remembered the legend of that position and said exaggeratedly, "I remember that the professor of this course has a high chance of having an accident."

"Dumbledore is not worried that I am a Death Eater wandering around outside. He has to put me under his nose to feel at ease." Regulus said nonchalantly, "Anyway, I only promised him to teach for one year, and next year I will The guy named Quirrell will be back."

"Quirrell...I seem to have heard of this name..." Sirius rolled his eyes, searching for memories of Quirrell in his mind.

"The nerds in Ravenclaw used to be the kind you wouldn't care about at all. It's normal if you can't remember them." Regulus said, "I used to teach Muggle Studies. He said he went to Albania for research."

"Albania?" Sirius suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Regulus asked doubtfully, this reaction was a bit strange.

"I heard Bella talking in her sleep once, shouting that she was going to Albania to find her dear master." Sirius frowned and said, "I think she has simply fallen in love with Voldemort. I just need to think about that image... "

Sirius made a retching grimace.

"Alas, here's to poor Rodolphus." Regulus added in a eulogy tone and picked up his glass of wine.

Then, the two of them laughed together.

"By the way, what was that move you just hit me with? Or was it a wandless spell?" Sirius thought of the green electric light Regulus used when he sneak-attacked him just now.

"I'm telling you, you can't learn either."

"It seems that you have become more capable. When I wait for two more days, we can have a good discussion!"

"No, if you want to find an opponent, I can ask Snape to come over. He should be very willing to have a duel with you."

"Snotlout?" Sirius said disgustedly, "By the way, Moony Face said that day what potion you took from him... and you are still in contact? His duplicity didn't surprise me. Dumbledore even believed it. His nonsense."

"Speaking of which, he is the current Potions Professor at Hogwarts and the Head of Slytherin."

"Much better than you." Regulus added after taking a look at Sirius's face.